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Auror 99 - Chapter 3

A/N: Feels weird knowing I didn’t post anything yesterday (literally, nothing), BUT I’ve been doing a lot of writing. I was finally able to get chapter 3 onto paper! For those of you who dropped me some prompts, I’m not ignoring them, but do know it’s going to be a bit before I get back to those as I really want to see this story unfold first. Thanks for your understanding!

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Chapter 3: Bonding

“So...do you mind if we take a look at the cases that are already outstanding on Gerteso?” Hermione asked Amy after she watched Ron leave with Jake. She was only slightly worried about him pairing up with Jake. He didn’t seem like the most...reliable of detectives on first glance.

“Oh, yes, of course!” Amy said as she pulled out a pile full of case files. She began going through each one, and Hermione was noticing a pattern.

“Gerteso doesn’t seem to hang on to each of these identities for very long. And he only stole a minimal amount from their bank accounts. Almost nothing to make it significant. Don’t typical identity theft cases open up multiple accounts and try to liquidate a person’s funds for their own gain?” Hermione asked Amy.

Amy pulled some of the files back and reviewed them. “Huh. You’re right. I’m not sure how we missed that before.” Amy looked a little more closely. “He even got a hold of their social security numbers, but never attempted anything with it. What do you think it could mean?”

Hermione furrowed her brow even more. “Is there any correlation between the victims?” She and Amy were reviewing the various cases. “The bank. It’s the same across all the cases!”

Amy grabbed some the files and cross referenced. “Ugh, this is the last time I trust Jake with the paperwork. How did he not catch this?! He really is normally better than this. Well, we’ve got a lead now! Charles, look.” Boyle came over when Amy called his name with Harry trailing behind him.

“Whoa, Amy, Sterling National Bank? Do we know which one?” Boyles asked.

“It’s….the one two blocks from here!” Amy said looking at Boyle.

“Jason and I can go check it out. See if any of the tellers or the guards noticed anything off.”

“Great, Charlotte and I will comb through these to see if there’s any added correlation of when these took place,” Amy said, clearly throwing herself into work mode.

“Excellent! Jason, come with me,” Boyle said, grabbing his jacket. Harry looked at Hermione, making sure she was okay before following Boyle.

Amy and Hermione set to work, writing down the dates and ordering the case files by bank visit instead of the date they were filed with the precinct. “I can’t believe I didn’t think to do this to start with,” Amy said regretfully. “Captain Holt is going to be so upset with me. How could I let myself get so distracted lately?” She shook her head.

“Um, is everything alright?” Hermione asked.

“What? Oh, yeah, it’s nothing. Just getting over a breakup that’s all.” Amy sighed.

“I’m sorry. Was it a bad one?”

“No, no! It was actually needed. I just wasn’t into him at all..” Amy trailed off and glanced over at Jake’s empty desk. Hermione looked in the same direction to see what she was looking at.

Maybe this is the perfect segue to ask about Jake; make sure Ron’s with a decent partner, she thought. “So, tell me about Jake,” Hermione said, trying to change the subject away from her breakup.

“Jake? What do you want to know?” Amy asked a bit skittishly. She contemplated Charlotte for a moment before making the connection. “If you’re worried about Nolan, don’t be. Jake has an unconventional way of doing a lot of things, but he really is a brilliant detective! You can trust him. Are you and Nolan primary partners on the force?”

“You could say that,” Hermione said. “I just wasn’t sure how serious he was. I tend to worry a bit too much about things, I guess.”

“Me too, but I wouldn’t worry about that,” Amy smiled genuinely at her. “Shall we compare dates, see if we find anything?”

“Sure,” Hermione said, thinking how she really liked her new temporary partner.

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Harry and Charles checked not only the closest Sterling National Bank to the precinct, but also the other two nearby, to no avail.

“I don’t get it!” Charles said with a disappointed look on his face. “Three banks, and nothing out of the ordinary was seen. Either Gerteso has several accomplices, or he’s incredibly good at disguises.”

That got Harry thinking: the likelihood of an invisibility cloak was slim, but disillusionment charms weren’t unheard of. It wouldn’t be the first time he and Ron had dealt with an elusive criminal because of them. But he couldn’t give that away yet to Boyle. “I doubt he’s got several accomplices. From what we’ve seen, he works alone. You might be onto the disguise thing, though,” Harry told him.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t bring us any closer to catching this guy. It’s like one step forward and two steps back the entire case!” Boyle sighed in frustration. He put the keys in the ignition and began heading back to the precinct. “Amy’s not going to be happy about another deadend. Hopefully Jake can get something., or Rosa on surveillance duty”

“Let’s hope,” Harry agreed.

“Tell me about Nolan,” Boyle changed the conversation abruptly.

“What about him?” Harry asked, watching Boyle’s body language carefully. He seemed protective and...slightly jealous?

“Well, we protect our own, not that you and Nolan and Charlotte aren’t welcome or anything. Jake’s my best friend. I would never let anything happen to him in the field, so I want to make sure Nolan will have his back like I would.” Boyle was definitely posturing, and that amused Harry, but also concerned him.

Was he a bad friend for not worrying about Ron in the same way? He shook the thought from his head. No, he just knew his friendship with Ron was stable. Plus, he was a brilliant auror that could hold his own in any situation, so he told Boyle as much.

“Nolan’s a solid guy. You won’t find a better, er, detective. He’s my best mate. Been by my side since we were eleven, so he’s loyal to a fault. No need to worry with him.”

“Good...good.” Boyle said nodding as they pulled up to the precinct.

Ironically, they pulled in at about the same time Jake and Ron had also returned.

“Jake!” Boyle said, “Any luck? We hit another dead end, but maybe Amy and Charlotte made another break in the case upstairs.”

“We’ve got something, that’s for sure,” Ron muttered as Jake had that giddy look about him.

“Uh, Jake? Buddy? Where’d you guys go, you’ve got that look about you when you...” Charles said and then gave Ron and Harry looks. “Who’d you guys see?”

“Charles, it’s fine! We went to see Doug Judy. Let’s go upstairs and we’ll discuss more,” Jake clarified.

Charles looked affronted. “Jake! I should have known! You’ve never been able to pull away from his charm.”

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“Good, you’re all back,” Captain Holt said. He came out of his office as the elevator dinged, and Jake, Charles, Harry and Ron walked out. “Everyone in the briefing room for an update.”

Once they’d all filed in, Captain Holt started by asking Amy and Hermione to start. “Santiago?”

“Charlotte and I went over the case files of the identity thefts again, and Charlotte found a pattern in the thefts.” Amy looked at Hermione to continue.

“Yes, it appears that even though all aspects of each victim’s identity were stolen, the only thing that was done as a result was stealing a minimal amount out of their bank accounts. No new credit cards, no major purchases, nothing of the sort,” Hermione went on.

“All of the stolen money has come from accounts at Sterling National Bank. We reordered the case files based on when the money was taken, and Boyle and Cooper went to investigate,” Amy finished.

“Yeah, but unfortunately we didn’t get any new information. None of the tellers or the guards noticed the same person coming in or out to line up with the thefts,” Boyle reported.

“We even checked the other two banks in the area with no luck,” Harry added.

Holt nodded. “Peralta, any news from your informant?”

“Yeah, he said Gertie’s got a few hideouts around Brooklyn, not that he knew where, but he’s definitely working alone. He said his main target is the Woolworth building in Manhattan, but didn’t know when or why.”

Holt nodded his head and pursed his lips. “Diaz? Anything from your angle?”

“Nothing on the surveillance videos today, but if his target’s in Manhattan, I’ll widen the search tomorrow to some of those hole in the wall shops.”

“Well, it’s more than we had this morning. You’re all dismissed for the night. See you in the morning,” Captain Holt said as he walked out.

“Does anyone else feel like we’re no closer than we were when we started?” Diaz asked, as everyone nodded.

As they filed out back to their desks to grab their things, Jake asked Nolan, “So about tonight. Still on for Die Hard?”

Charles heard and immediately chimed in before Ron could answer. “Did I hear Jake suggest a bonding night? I’d watch Die Hard!” he said eagerly.

Rosa sniggered, “Come on, Charles, really? You jealous of Nolan?”

“What? No, of course not, Rosa!” Charles said as Harry tried to stifle his own laugh. “I just thought this would be a fun way to get to know our new partners,” he forged on. “Order some New York pizza, pick up some beer and just hang out.”

Amy piped up, “Actually, Charles has a point. What do you say, Jake?”

“I mean, sure, as long as we get to still watch Die Hard. But my apartment isn’t big enough for all of us…”

“You could come to our place. The, er, NYPD put us up in a two bedroom flat a few blocks from here. We’ve got plenty of space,” Ron offered.

Harry and Hermione looked at him in surprise. Jake, Amy and Charles all nodded in agreement. They all looked at Rosa, who reluctantly agreed.

“How does seven sound?” Ron asked as he scribbled down the address for them.

“I’ll bring the beer,” said Jake.

“And I’ll get the pizza,” Boyle added.

“Charles, don’t order any of that weird shit you write about on your blog,” Rosa pointed out. “Better yet, I’ll order it, you pick me up at 6:30, and we’ll go together.”

“You don’t trust me?” Boyle asked as Rosa gave him a ‘are you really surprised’ look. “Okay, fair enough.

“I’ll bring some wine and snacks,” Amy said. “See you all tonight!”

Chapter 4 can be found here :)

#hp fanfic #hp b99 crossover #b99 #hp au

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vegetacide · 5 years

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Whump●tober - Stitches

Veg-notables: Annnnndddddddd… here we are again. I just can’t escape this one right it seems. It keeps demanding I give it more attention… So.. I broke the boys a bit more…

@gumnut-logic ::tosses a powdered donut at Nutty… cause she just wants to get icing sugar EVERYWHERE::

Thunderheads! Calling all ThunderHeads! You guys are awesome!

Obligatory whumptober stuff: @whumptober2019 @la-vie-en-whump

Blanket warning: Big brother be pissed...brain ouchie and other not so great things and foul language.

Characters: Virgil/Kayo, and Scott.

Whumptober - TaG’verse

Previous parts can be found -> Part 1 Unconscious | Part 2 Shaky Hands

Also connected to the Coffee series post Insomnia which can be found HERE

11. Stitches

Enjoy…

oOo

Scott slammed the data pad down on his Father’s desk with a bit more force than was really called for and the litany of curse words that followed tinted the air blue.

The pair sitting in the lounge playing Zombie Apocalypse instantly stilled and quieted. Their gaze flickering back and forth between where Scott was sitting and each other.

Erring on the side of caution and a healthy instinct for self-preservation, Alan and Gordon calmly stood without a word between them and fled the room for safer environs. Being in their big brother’s sights when that foul tongue started spewing out invectives was tantamount to throwing your freedom away. The last thing either of them wanted to do was end up scrubbing carbon deposits off of the launch pads…

It had happened before and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience for either of them.

Scott saw the not so subtle fleeing of his younger siblings and dropped his face into his palm with a groan. If they were puppies they would have have had their tails between their legs and their ears flat to their skulls in fear…

That image stuck with him as he once again picked up the inventory report that he had requested Brains put together from Two stores and read over the data again.

He couldn’t decide who he was more pissed off with. Virgil for being an idiot or himself for not paying better attention.

He tended to leave his next closest brother to his own devices as his own attention was usually pivoting back and forth between Alan and Gordon. Trusting Virgil’s judgement when out in the field but maybe he had put a little too much faith in it.

The numbers he was looking at were certainly evidence of that.

Sighing, he dragged a frustrated hand through his graying hair. The last person he expected to be adding to it was Virgil.. They were going to have to have a serious talk once the engineer emerged from his rooms.

Looking at the time on a desktop display, he figured he had a couple hours to mentally prepare himself for that conversation. There was only a slim chance though that by then his temper would have cooled off enough for it. One thing he knew for sure…going head on with Virgil when he was this steamed didn’t usually end well for either of them.

Maybe his younger brothers had the right idea after all.

8-8-8

Several hours later, Virgil roused from the depths of sleep again to find himself all but wrapped around Kayo.

Her head was tucked up tight to his chest, hands loosely clutching at the front of his shirt, her chest rising and falling evenly in a way that indicated deep sleep. Her eyes were a bit puffy and there was colour still high on her cheeks but she was sleeping peacefully.

After her bout of; as she termed it, ‘female hysterics’ she’d settled in to his side and they’d spent a good hour talking.

He could admit that his brain hadn’t been at its greatest and not all of the conversation had been enjoyable but by the end of it exhaustion and the satisfaction that they had taken some very healthy steps in their relationship had chased them both into sleep.

Brushing his lips over her brow and down to the crest of her ear as she stirred against him, he whispered softly that he needed to get up and that she should get some more sleep.

She nodded groggily, gripped his hand a moment and with bleary eyes looked up at him in question.

“I’m okay, I just need food. I won’t be gone long, I promise.”

Satisfied with that, she snuggled into his pillow and was out again within seconds.

Carefully, he pulled his arm out from under her and swiveled around to get out of bed. He took care as he placed his feet on the floor to make sure the room wasn't spinning topsy-turvy before he muscled his way up to full vertical.

Unhooking himself for the IV line as he just couldn’t imagine them getting anymore saline in his body at this point he carefully slide that catheter out from his vein and bandaged it with ease. Years of medical practice coming to the fore with little effort from his sluggish brain.

Mission accomplished, he shuffled over to his closet and dragged on a loose pair of soft cotton sweats. For some reason after a migraine the thought of anything else touching his skin grated on him so he always made sure to have some high grade cotton in his wardrobe for just these occasions.

On bare feet, ‘cause it was just too much effort to bend again to deal with socks, he slipped quietly from the room and headed off towards the main living area and kitchen.

The house was dark and quiet and as he made his way down the long hallway and he absently took note that someone had dropped the storm shutters in the likelihood that he would venture from the black out curtained confines of his rooms. Knowing that the bright light of the sun would most likely melt him on the spot in his post brain hemorrhage stage and he hazard a guess it was Scott’s doing.

His big brother had always been attentive like that, it was part of his mother henning charm. A trait that was well known to all the islands occupants.

The soft hum of the A/C and HVAC units pumped fresh filtered air into the villa and it breezed across the top of his feet as he swung into the elevator and hit up the main floor of the house.

The stairs were just a little too much for him to handle at the moment though he would have much preferred to take them. The shift in gravity as the sleek cube of metal silently dropped down had him bracing a hand on the wall and his stomach gave a little lurch in protest.

God, he really hated the aftermath of one of his episodes. Almost as bad as the migraines themselves… almost.

A soft ding and the elevators opened. It wasn’t until he stepped out and the doors whooshed closed behind him that he noticed he was on the wrong floor. Crap... In the post haze he’d hit the button for the comms and lounge level of their island dwelling.

Turning he glared at the closed metallic panels behind him. It was already heading down to the sub-levels of the island.

Not wanting to wait for the thing to return and possibly run into whoever had called it, he grumbled. He was really not in any state to interact with anyone. Too much effort was required for that.

Eyeing the dimly lit hallway and the head of the stairs he said a soft “Fuck it.” What was one flight of stairs...he could manage it and made his way carefully down the hallway.

At the top, he glanced down the flight to the kitchen area below. Those thirteen steps down could have been the side of a cliff for how far they seemed to drop but he was committed now and he wasn’t going to turn back around. He needed some form sustenance to fill the hole in his gut. Something salty and not too flavourful that would get him started on a full recovery of his depleted reserves.

Grabbing the hand rail, he took one fortifying breath and that’s when Scott came into view at the base of the stairs and Virgil stopped dead in his tracks.

Scott looked up at him with a raised brow and by the look in his eye and the hard set of his lips Virgil knew he was up shits creek without a Thunderbird in sight to save him.

Well, he really shouldn’t be surprised, he mused. He knew this was coming. Taking his hand off the railing, he took a step back and crossed his arms over his broad chest as Scott made his way up the stairs.

Scott passed by him in silence and heading over to their Father’s desk, a cup of coffee in one hand and a glass of water in the other and set them down. The coffee on his side beside the data pads and the other in front of the vacant chair on the other side.

His bright blue gaze flashed up at him sternly and pointedly looked towards the chair before he folded his height in the cushioned leather of the high back that they had all coined ‘The Throne.’

Looks like they were doing this now… Virgil took one last look down to the kitchen, he’d lost his appetite anyways and with as much dignity as he could muster in track pants and a rumbled shirt with his hair sticking up every which way, made his way over.

He didn’t sit though, he wanted to be on his feet for this. For some reason sitting with Scott being that desk in what was their Father’s chair made him feel uneasy and vulnerable.

Scott said nothing, just picked up his coffee and sipped at it as he went back to looking over whatever stock options and financial data he had scrolling over the many pads in front of him.

Virgil’s shoulders tensed and he couldn’t quite hide the wince as a residual wave of vertigo made him titter a bit on his feet.

“Sit down.” Scott said, not bothering to look up. It wasn’t the voice of his brother though, it was the commander of International Rescue front and center and he was pissed.

No wonder there was no trace of Gordon or Alan about or even Brains for that matter. If he remembered what day of the week it was correctly, Grandma was on the mainland for her habitual backgammon game and wasn’t expected back until sometime the following day.

Which made now the perfect time for a dress down from his commanding officer.. Cause that was who was in front of him now. Gone was the caring big brother with his easy smile and semi laid back air, in his place was the military trained officer who brokered no BS from anyone under his command.

Virgil was a dead man..and he thought longingly of the warmth and comfort of his bed. The long, lean limbs of his lover… So should have stayed where he was for another century or two so he would have been more sound of mind to deal with this.

“I’m good standing, thanks.” His voice was rough from disuse and he clenched his teeth, the muscles along his jawline jumping under the stubbly growth that darkened his cheeks.

Scott’s eyes finally came up and there was a flash of fire in their depth. “Fine, do as you like.”

Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes. “Scott, really can we get on with this. I really just want to go back to….”

“You have any idea how worried she is about you?” Scott spoke over him. “How worried we both are?”

Virgil clamped his mouth shut, he was well aware of Kayo’s state at the moment and Scott bloody well knew it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Scott’s voice grew in volume and he slammed his coffee cup down on the table, dark liquid splashing out and on to the clutter of data pads.

“Saving lives, doing my job. What more do you want from me?” Virgil shot back, his own anger growing as Scott scowled at him.

Scott abruptly sprang from his feet and slammed a pad down on the table by Virgil’s forgotten glass of water.

Virgil spared it the briefest of glances, Two’s inventory catalogue.

“I expect you to know better.” Scott was seething, his shoulders pumping up and down as he breathed in irate displeasure.

Virgil’s eyes narrowed and his fists tightened against his biceps. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“This,” Scott snapped again, “Or didn’t you think I’d notice the drop in the stim-tab quantity on Two?”

Doing another once over of the info displayed on the pad, he caught sight of the discrepancy in the numbers and looked away.

“Do you care to explain this?” The demand was loaded and Scott braced both hands on the desktop, eyes watchful and accusing. “Well…?”

Virgil worked his jaw, teeth grinding together in a way that sent a spike of pain along the side of his skull. He was not having this conversation. He was not going to sit here and be accused and questioned like a junky. What the hell did Scott expect when he’d spent the better part of the last week circumnavigating the planet at least six times and had what amount to a handle of hours actually sleeping between each call out?

Not getting an answer, Scott sighed, “You’re grounded indefinitely, Gordon wi…

“The fuck, Scott?” Virgil’s voice boomed, the top popping off his usual calm and cool. “What the hell do you expect me to do when I spend more time in the air then on the bloody ground here at home.

Four days ago I was air evac’ing a town in Panama, after that digging out a tribe in Peru. Two days ago it was Sherpas in Nepal.. Yesterday.., I don’t even remember where I was yesterday. Was it a Forest fire in BC or a Ski Lodge in Vermont…??

I was tired and in order to keep Two in the air, I used a few stim-tabs. That doesn’t make me a drug addict… what it does make me, is bloody good at my job.”

“Are you using anything else I should know about?” Scott asked indifferently, a cold sharp edge to his voice that cut like honed steal.

“Oh fuck off.”

“Is that a ‘yes’ because I don’t know with you anymore. I thought I could trust you to make the right decisions but I guess I was wrong.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Virgil shouted back, the chair he had been ordered to use was pushed hard against the desk with a slam. Growling he turned to leave, he knew this confrontation was going to be rough but hadn’t expected this bad.

A thread had been pulled somewhere along the line and everything was coming apart at the seams and he just couldn’t deal with this right now.

“I didn’t say you could leave.” His brother snapped. “And you didn’t answer my question. Is there anything else? Or do I have to have Brains run a toxicology panel”

“For Chris sake, no. I’m not using anything else!” He stomped back to the desk, brow twitching with fury, fists balled tight as if ready to punch something. “Is there anything else you want from me or can I go back to bed now?”

Scott fumed, eyes dark and enraged. He seemed to rein himself in a bit because when he spoke next, he voice was quieter. “What I want is for you to know your limits and if it’s not too much to ask, for you to tell me when you’re struggling.”

He folded his tall frame back into his seat again, seemingly spent. “I expected to have to watched Alan and Gordon, but the last thing I expected is that I would have to keep an eye on you as well..”

The words struck a chord in Virgil and the anger evaporated with the disappointed tone in his brother’s voice. He’s brain wasn’t online enough for this shit but he couldn’t get his feet to do the necessary task. Not now he finally took in how tired Scott was from where he was standing in the dimly lit room. A room that had been shielded by storm shutters out of love for a brother and a need to not cause him any more pain.

Shit

Virgil caved in, slumped into the other chair and dragged a hand over his stubbled face trying to scrub the whole affair out of his frazzled brain cells.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the anger and disappointment souring the air with a bitter taste of hurt feelings.

“How long has this been going on?” Scott asked quietly, fingers fiddling with a stylus. He knew Scott could find out the information himself easily by going back over the inventory logs but he was waving a white flag and contrary to what he’d said, trusting Virgil to tell him the truth.

He conceded, it was easier this way and he was just too worn to put up any more of a fight. He dragged in a heavy breath. “Not often, more the last week ‘cause..” He trailed off, leaned forward bracing his elbow on his knees and eyed the floor under his bare feet, “..Ya..numerous times around the planet, way too many time zones to count.”

Scott was silent as he took this news in, long fingers still fiddling with the slender stylus, “When?”

He knew what he was asking and thought long and hard on how best to answer that. “Eight month ago after Four.”

Scott would understand what he wasn’t saying. He didn’t need to elaborate more than that. It had all started just after the Chaos Crew had taken out Thunderbird Four and Gordon right along with it.

“When we found out about Dad,” Scott caught on fast and Virgil gave a single nod by way of confirmation.

“I was having… difficulties…”

Scott’s eyes widened. He remembered he’d found Virgil on several occasions working well into the night on some such project or another. Up to his elbows in grease and propulsion systems. Most of the ‘birds’ engines had been overhauled in short order and Four had been up and running faster than their initial repair reports had forecasted.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Scott pushed up to his feet and came around the desk, leaning back against it in front of Virgil. His arms crossed over his chest and the concern written all over his face had Virgil looking away again

Virgil just shook his head, shrugged a shoulder. “You had enough on your plate with Gordon and everything else, I didn’t want to add to it.”

“Does Tanusha know?”

He nodded, “She knows.”

“Is this going to be a problem, V?”

Virgil knew the question had to be asked, Scott needed to know if his pilot was compromised or not. If he brother needed to get help in away that Scott couldn’t provide.

He shook his head again. “No, I got it covered. Can I ask a question now?”

A nod to go ahead and Scott crotched down beside him and put a hand on his bobbing knee to still it. Virgil hadn’t even realized he had been doing it. It was a nervous habit that he hadn’t employed in year.

There was a hopeful encouragement in Scott’s voice.. “Ask away?”

His heavy brows furrowed, “How did you know?”

Scott’s lips flashed up in a smile, the first stitch in putting things back together again. The first sign that things could be fixed. “You’re not as good at hiding things as you think you are, kid.”

Virgil snorted at the name.

“Your migraines.” The explanation came. “You’ve been getting them more frequently lately. Lead me to suspect there was something possibly triggering them when I saw your bio-readings yesterday so I went digging..”

“And in the process checked the inventory logs”

“Nail on the head.” Scott said giving his knee a squeeze. “Yesterday’s little escapade through la-la-land also brought something else to light..”

“Ya? What’s that?”

“That I need to make sure your fed and watered more regularly. Any more dehydrated and we could have classified you as a raisin.” Scott straightened. “You always make sure we’re all well rested and fueled but for some reason you neglect yourself. That’s an oversight I intend to rectify.”

His brother’s hand reached out to him in invitation, firm and steady. “Let’s get you something to eat before the Terrible Two sneak in and raid the kitchen dry.”

Virgil took hold of it and was hoisted back to his feet again.

Scott stepped past to lead the way to the kitchen but Virgil’s hand on his sleeve brought him up short.

“Ya?” He asked.

“Don’t tell the guys about this..its my ..I have to deal with it.”

Scott slung an arm over his shoulder and brought him in for the hug he needed. “Just between you and me. No one else will know but you have to promise me.. if you need help, come talk to me. Or if not me someone else, okay?”

Virgil clasped on, nodded his head in agreement and couldn’t stop the shuddered from rolling through him as his emotions got away from him. He really was completely drained

“Scott…” His voice caught in his throat and he couldn’t finish.

“I know, little brother. I’ve got you.”

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Next part can be found HERE

The Master List of prompts can be found HERE

#whumptober2019 #whumptober #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fanfic #no.11 #stitches #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #kayo kyrano #virgil/kayo #family #ask for help #drug use #you are not alone #the prompt made me do it

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marvel-af · 5 years

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For The Best (Part 3)

Alrightly sorry for such a long wait, but here it is! yay! Let me know if you’re enjoying this series! Please. I live off praise. Also, i really suck at tagging, so if you want to be tagged please message me separately. Also, I post this on my AO3 as well, so if you see it anywhere else, thats still me. Thank you so much for reading :)

Special thanks to @petey-verse for being the best human ever

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (if you squint)

Warnings: Depression, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, Cancer

Word Count: 2457

Silence.

Deafening silence.

Dr. Barton’s grim expression, it radiates pity.

His lips are moving, but she only hears the painful silence.

Someone grabs her hand; Sarah. Y/N turns her head and and sees her friend with fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Tears for Y/N.

The silence is replaced with a dull ringing noise deep within her brain.

Cancer? A tumor?

“I-I don’t understand.” Y/N chokes out. Sarah covers her mouth with her hand, attempting to stop her crying.

“It seems that a tumor has grown in your stomach. That was shown in the MRI we took as you can see here,” Dr. Barton hands a tablet over with a black and white picture that she doesn’t really understand. “We know its cancer because of the blood test we took earlier.”

Y/N sits still for a second, letting the words Dr. Barton said sink in. Insurmountable fear courses through her veins and she feels the hair on her body prickle.

“So, I’m going to die?” Y/N asks. The hand that was pressed over Sarah's mouth drops and the sobs that were once under control now fill the room with noise.

“We are going to do everything in our power to keep that from happening Y/N. Your treatment plan is going to start as soon as possible.” Dr. Barton insists. Y/N nods.

“So I’m not going to die, I’m just going to wish I was dead.” Y/N mutters and sinks further into the bed. Lucky for her, Dr. Barton and Sarah didn’t hear her depressing comment.

“Okay, if you have any questions, just call for a nurse to get me.” Dr. Barton says before leaving the room. The loud sound of the door closing seems to shake Sarah out of her sorrow. She looks up at Y/N.

“Are you okay?” Sarah says softly. Y/N just rolls her eyes.

“Maybe, it’s time to call your dad?” Sarah says pulling out Y/N’s phone.

“Uh- yeah, I think you might be right. I’ll do it. He’ll want to hear it from me.” Y/N rushes out.

“Okay. I guess since we're going to be here for a while, I’ll go pick up some stuff. Make this room feel more comfortable. Are you good to be alone for a few hours?” Sarah asks. Y/N nods and takes her phone from Sarah.

Once she’s alone, she opens up her dads contact. The smiling contact picture stares back at her. Who was she make him upset and ruin that happy smile? She exits his contact and and clicks on Derek's. The phone rings a few time before Derek picks up.

“Hello, who is this?” Derek says. He had already deleted her number, that stung.

“Uh- it’s Y/N.” She chokes out. Derek sighs.

“What’s up?” He whispers. Sounds like he’s moving around.

“Derek, I’m in trouble. I-I need help.” Y/N whimpers.

“Y/N, seriously, what's going on?”

“I’m in the hospital. I, I have cancer, in my stomach, they said gastric an-and,” Y/N cries. Derek audibly gasps, cutting her off.

“Y/N. I’m so sorry. What hospital are you at?” Derek yells.

“Mercy Grace. Derek I’m so sorry. You really don’t have to come. I just wanted you to know, ya know.”

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be there in a few.” Derek says, and she can hear his car door open then slam shut. The call then ends.

The ER is slow today. Peter assumes it’s due to it being a weekday, with all the kids in school. MJ and Ned are standing at the front desk, waiting for anyone to come in. He almost drags his body over to the desk.

“I need sleep.” Peter whines, throwing his upper half over the hard surface. MJ lets out a laugh, but it’s more of a deep exhale.

“You, kind sir, are preaching to the choir.” MJ smiles.

“Yeah well, I’m fine.” Ned shrugs. Peter raises his head and glares at Ned.

“Oh, can we please go to the roof today for lunch? It’s so nice out and I could use some fresh air to wake me up.” Peter suggests.

“I’m down.” MJ says pulling out a chart and scribbling something down.

“Sure, it’s not like I have anything better to do.” Ned chuckles.

The door to the emergency room pushes open and a man rushes through. The gang quickly perks up, ready to help when the man comes over to a table.

“I-I know the emergency room is for emergencies only, but there’s no parking near the main entrance, and I really need to see my gir- uh, ex-girlfriend.” The man quickly rambles.

“Okay, I need her name.” Peter says, helping the man, which causes Ned and MJ to move away to check on patients.

“Uh, Y/N Y/L/N, she said she has cancer.” The man says. Y/N Y/L/N, Peter quickly wonders if that was the girl he helped with the needles, but pushes the thought aside. He types her name onto the tablet and pulls up her information.

“Okay, Y/N Y/L/N is on the second floor, room 44.” Peter says, expecting the man to thank him and quickly walk away, but instead he stays at the desk.

“I-I don’t know if I can go up there. I told her I would come but I haven’t seen her since she broke my heart. And now she has cancer.” The man trails off. Peter senses the man’s worry and he decides to help this man.

“Okay, what’s your name?”

“Derek.”

“Alright Derek. How ‘bout I walk you up there, make sure you don’t run away or anything.” Peter offers. Derek nods, but still stays planted to a tile on the floor. Peter moves around the desk and places a hand on Derek’s back.

“Let’s go.” Peter urges. Finally Derek moves.

The door to Y/N’s room rattles with a knock before being pushed open. Peter walks in with Derek following behind him.

“Hey you.” Peter says, instantly realizing that his hunch was correct. So the vomiting was because of cancer. He stays quiet, knowing that Y/N is staring Derek behind him.

“Hey Peter, could we, uh, have a minute?” Y/N asks motioning to Derek.

“Of course.” Peter smiles backing out of the room. Derek slowly moves to the seat next to the bed and lowers himself onto it.

“Are you here alone?” Derek asks.

“No, uh, Sarah’s been here with me, since we ya know.” Y/N whispers.

“Okay, that's good.” Derek says, but his mind is running almost too fast to think of anything to say.

“Derek, I want to get back together, I miss you. And look at what’s happened since we broke up. I got cancer and I don't think I can do this without you.” Y/N says, and it cuts through Derek like a blade.

“We want different things Y/N. We broke up for a reason and I understand you are going through a tough time, but we can not get back together. And this might make me sound like a complete dick but if you want to get back together, I can’t be around you.” Derek says standing up.

Y/N eyes water and she feels as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

“Okay, You should probably go then.” Y/N says, holding in her tears. Derek moves towards the door and grasps the handle.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Derek says before leaving the room, and Y/N’s life. Her watery eyes sting and the corners of her mouth seem to be stuck in a permanent frown. She slowly pulls herself out of bed and begins pacing the small room. Her I.V. drip is being pulled by the stuck arm as her socked feet shuffle along. Quickly the room becomes too small and she opens the door and peeks into the hallway.

The air in the hallway is the same to the air in her small room, hot and stuffy. She needs to get out. The air outside would definitely be better than this suffocating air. Her feet carry her to an elevator, to which she pushes the button for the roof. She silently is thankful for the slight luck of coming to a hospital with easy roof access. Nobody else is in the elevator with her, which she is also thankful for. The slow ride to the roof makes Y/N think about why exactly she picked the roof over the ground, the thought makes Y/N’s eyes water again. The elevator dings and the doors open on a small rooftop.

The area is empty, besides a small picnic table and a few potted plants. She walks over to the table and sits down. Her tears finally begin to fall at thought of Derek and her grim life expectancy. The panic and anxiety forms a pit in her stomach, almost like a sibling to the cancer, eating away at her until she’s nothing.

Soon, the bench becomes to confining, so she stands abruptly, knocking the bench over.

“Shit.” The profanity flows from her mouth quietly while she attempts to shuffle her way towards the ledge of the building. The IV pulling on her arm is not helping the dangerous thoughts, so she pulls the needle out of her arm with a short yelp.

Finally free from the confines of the IV and table, she slowly walks toward the edge of the building. Sitting on the ledge of the building with her legs hanging off, she weighs her options.

Jump and die.

Cancer and die.

Or stay, go through treatment, possibly live.

Salty tears flow from her eyes, leaving streaks down her cheeks. The body-shaking sobs that are pulled from her body make it hard to breathe and the mucus dripping from her nose is left dripping into her mouth and down to her chin a bit.

She knows she needs to calm down. She knows that for sure. She attempts deep breaths until her breathing calms to a slower pace. She takes the shoulder of her hospital gown and uses it to wipe her face down, trying to hide the tear streaks enough to walk back down to her room.

“Peter I can’t believe you got three sandwiches!” MJ laughs between bites of her apple.

“Wha, I’m a hungry guy.” Peter says shrugging his shoulders. The elevator doors open onto the rooftop and Peter immediately notices the knocked over bench and the patient-less IV stand.

“Oh my God.” MJ whispers, before rushing over to the patient sitting on the ledge. Peter and Ned follow close behind her to try and help.

“Hey.” MJ says softly as to not scared the patient. The girl whips her head around to see the group of nurse standing behind her. It’s Y/N.

“Y/N, hey. What brings you up here?” Peter asks quietly. Y/N let’s out a wet laugh. Her face is still red from what Peter assumes must be crying.

“What? I’m not allowed to get some air,” Y/N questions, “because ya know, it’s way to hot in that hospital.” Peter nods with a smile.

“I know, I’m gonna have to talk with someone about that.” Ned smiles. Y/N swings her legs over, placing them on solid ground and MJ lets out a breath.

“You’re allowed to get air Y/n, you are not allow to take out your IV, and you definitely are not allowed to to sit on the ledge.” MJ states. Y/N’s face falls from a playful smile to a guilty, kicked puppy type look.

“Sorry, won’t happen again.” Y/N solemnly whispers.

“It’s okay.”

Peter helps Y/N stand up and moves her towards the abandoned IV stand. Ned grabs the stand, MJ grabs the food, and the group gets back into the elevator. The ride down is silent. Peter knows what Y/N was doing up there, and is terrified at the thought of what may have happened if he hadn’t insisted that they ate lunch on the roof. He knows about her cancer diagnosis, but he did not know about the ex-boyfriend, or apparently the depression.

Once back in her room, MJ replaces the IV bag, but this time Y/N doesn’t yell and cry through it, instead she clamps her eyes shut until the needle is in. Ned sits down on the windowsill and unwraps his lunch. Peter open one of his sandwiches and begins to munch down.

“Sure, make yourselves at home.” Y/N grits as MJ wraps her arm in a bandage, to keep the IV in.

“Sorry, we can leave if you want, it’s just…” Ned starts.

“No, stay. I need the company anyways.”

MJ finishes getting Y/N back into the bed, then sits next to Ned on the windowsill. That leaves the seat next to the bed for Peter, which he takes hesitantly.

“Y/N, if you ever want to talk, I- uh, we are here for you. Whether as a friend or as a nurse. I’ve got your back.” Peter says. Y/N looks at Peter with an expression he can’t exactly place. Disgust? Appreciation? He couldn’t tell.

“Well thanks, but I don’t want pity, especially from some people I don’t even know.” Y/N whispers.

“Well we can change that, tell me about yourself!” Ned smiles.

“Why do you guys want to know me?”

“I just want to open your support pool. Cancer is a lot to deal with, and I know you have your friend that came with you, but you need people to lean on.” Peter rambles.

“I never told you about my cancer?”

“Well your in the oncology ward, and Derek mentioned it when I brought him up here.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Of course he did.” Y/N groans.

A nurse walks in with a tray of food and places it down on the tray with a smile. Y/N returns the smile and thanks her. Once the nurse is gone Y/N takes one look at the food on the tray and nearly gags.

“Alright, here’s the deal, you guys can come eat your lunch in here everyday, as long as you bring me some real food instead of this.” Y/N says gesturing to the tray in front of her. Peter smiles.

“Deal.” MJ and Ned say simultaneously. Peter hands one of his sandwiches to Y/N who smiles and accepts it.

“So, anyone watch Supernatural?” Y/N asks, trying to spur a conversation. MJ perks up.

“I do!”

The group falls into easy conversation until Sarah returns, then continues with the help of another fan.

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I BROK MY HEART

POSTED ON NOVEMBER 18 2019

OCTOBER 24, 2018 – 8:30PM (CAN’T SLEEP)

WHEN I READ MAINE’S LETTER ABOUT THE FANS FOR BASHING, IT’S TRUE, WE LEARNED A LESSON, WHEN I READ THE WORD “:JUST FRIENDS” ISA AKO SA NADUROG ANG PUSO, TULALA, DI MAKAKAIN, DI HALOS MAKATULOG...ANG SAKIT!..DAHIL SA SOBRA KO SILANG MAHAL. TRUE NA WALANG LABEL, BUT ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS, & YUNG MGA COMPLIMENTS AT MGA SINASABI NILA SA ISAT’ ISA..SINABI KO PA NGA NA SINISISI KO ANG SARILI KO, NOT THEM, FOR BELIEVING IN MY FEELINGS (NOT ASSUMING) AND SEEING THEIR ACTIONS WITH MY TWO EYES...I DID NOT PUSHED THEM, I JUST PRAY NA SANA TOTOO ANG FOREVER AND DESTINY, KUNG I-GRANT NI LORD YUN, I’LL BE THE HAPPIEST PERSON, DAHIL NGA FOR MORE THAN 4 YEARS, NAGING PART NA SILA NG BUHAY KO. LAGI KONG SINASABI NA SILA ANG AKING “HAPPINES, STRESS REMOVER, ...MY LIFE!! TO MEND MY BROKEN HEART i DECIDED TO LEAVE THE SOCIAL MEDIA LAHAT NG ACCOUNT KO....WHEN I ABOUT TO DEACTIVATE,THERE IS A CERTAIN FORCE HOLDING MY HAND NOT TO....& I CRIED BITTERLY BUTI NA LANG MADALING ARAW AT TULOG NA PARIN ANG MAG AMA KO...DI KO PALA KAYANG IWAN SI ALDEN & MAINE. SA ERE UMIIYAK AKO FOR WHAT KASI ANG SAKIT SAKIT NA.

I READ AGAIN MAINE’S LETTER NA WALANG PAIN SA PUSO KO, WITH OPEN MIND::

THIS IS MY ANALYSIS SA "AT THIS MOMENT, WE'RE JUST FRIENDS". MAINE ONCE SAID MARAMI NG SACRIFICES SI ALDEN NG DAHIL SA KANYA"...MAY TINANGGIHAN SYANG TS, 2, & WHEN HE DID MPK, DAMING DUMUROG KAY ALDEN THRU BASHING, GRABE, PATI PAGKATAO NYA NILAPASTANGAN COZ I HAVE READ SOME OF THEM...SIGURO NAIISIP NI MAINE DAHIL SA KANYA NAKA-CUT ANG CAREER NI ALDEN AT MASYADONG NABA-BASHED....KAYA SIGURO SINABI NIYA YUNG WORD NA “JUST FRIENDS”. YUNG SA SUGOB BAHAY, ALAM NATIN NA INSTANT ANG MGA TANUNGAN AT SAGUTAN NILA DOON, KANYA KANYA KUMBAGA. NASABI NI MAINE “ I DON’T CARE ABOUT MY JOB, I CARE ABOUT YOU”...DI BA SINASABI NIYA PALAGI, SIYA LANG ANG PINAPASOK NI RICHARD FAULEKRSON JR. SA KASULUKSULUKAN NG BUHAY NIYA SIYA LANG”..KAY MAINE MENDOZA LANG SINABI NI ALDEN ANG LAHAT LAHAT SA BUHAY NIYA. ANG MGA SACRIFICES HANGGANG SA MAGING SUCCESSFUL SIYA AT LALONG NAGING SUCCESSFUL NG DUMATING ANG ISANG MAINE MENDOZA SA BUHAY NIYA, AT LAGI DING SINASABI NI ALDEN ITO. SA PALAGAY KO, (AT DI AKO NAGMAMARUNONG) SA FEELINGS NILANG DALAWA,...MAINE DID A SACRIFICE FOR ALDEN’S CAREER..PINAKAWALAN NYA SI ALDEN PARA SA CAREER...SHE DID IT FOR LOVE...TO SACRIFICE.

FOR MORE THAN 4 YRS. NA SINUBAYBAYAN KO SILANG DALAWA, LALO NA SA SOCIAL MEDIA LAHAT LAHAT, I SPENT MORE TIME FOR THEM.. FOR ME I DON’T BELIEVE, KAHIT PA NGA WALANG LABEL, KAHIT DI SILA UMAMIN NA “SILA NA”....PARA SAAN YUNG “RING” NA SUOT SUOT NI MAIINE NA BIGAY NI ALDEN? YUNG MGA INSTANT QUESTIONS SA SUGOD BAHAY NA DI NILA ALAM NA TATANUNGIN, KATULAD NG TANONG NI JOEY KUNG MAGKAKA ANAK NG KAMBAL, SUMAGOT SI ALDEN NA SINABI NA RIN DAW NYA KAY MAINE ANG TUNGKOL SA NAME NG ANAK...YUNG TANONG NI TITO SEN, KUNG SINO ANG GUSTONG MAKASAMA SA BUHAY, TANONG SA KANILANG DALAWA- DIBA SABI NI MAINE SI ALDEN AT SI ALDEN NAMAN SI MAINE...WALANG SCRIPT SA SUGOD PURO INSTANT LANG. YUNG PAGIGING ROGELIO NI ALDEN HINDI TO SCRIPTED, KUSA TO, TALAGANG OVER PROTECTIVE SI ALDEN KAY MAINE, YUNG MGA BEHIND THE SCENE...MARAMI PA.

THEY CAN NEVER DENY THESE ALL...I HAVE EYES TO SEE, MIND TO THINK, AND MOST OF ALL HEART TO FEEL!!!! ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS....DON’T SAY ASSUMING AKO, OR EXPECTORANT...I NEVER ASSUME NOR EXPECT SA STATUS NILA....THEIR MOVES SAY IT ALL!!!

I FERVENTLY PRAY NA SANA SILA NA IN GOD’S PERFECT TIME, ...HINDI SI ALDEN AND MAINE ANG KUKULITIN KO, KUNDI SI LORD....KUKULITIN KO SI LORD NA SI RICHARD FAULKERON, JR & NICOMAINE DEI MENDOZA WILL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER SA TAMANG PANAHON..NA NANINIWALA AKO SA FOREVER, NA NANINIWALA AKO SA DESTINY !!!!! THIS IS MY FEELINGS AND MY HEART DICTATE THIS....DI KO SILA PINANGUNGUNAHAN...DAHIL NAG WI-WISH AND PRAY LANG AKO!!! I REMEMBER, I DID MY 1ST NOVENA TO MAMA MARY, WHEN I TOOK THE MY 1ST BABY ....ANSWERED PRAYER NGAYON MY BABY KO AT One YEARS OLD NA SIYA. AND NOW I WILL AGAIN DO IT TO PRAY FOR MAINE & ALDEN’S PEACE OF MIND AND HAPPINES AND MY DREAM TO COME TRUE...AND I CLAIM IT!!! ALDUBNATION WE WILL PASSED ALL THE TRIALS, STAY STRONGER..INCLUDE IN OUR DAILY PRAYERS OUR DEARLY LOVES – ALDEN & MAINE,,,WITH GOD ALL THINGS IS POSSIBLE..HE WILL MAKE A WAY TO BRING THEM INTO EACH OTHERS ARMS AGAIN... GOD BLESS US EVERYONE!!!

By MRS; DYOSA

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Don’t Read That!

Summary: You and Natasha send each other hot pictures of you fellow Avengers, but one night, you accidentally send Bucky a picture of himself.

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1830

Warnings: some talk about hot/shirtless dudes, a lot of wrestling over phones, and really awkward conversations

Author’s Note: Hey, hey, this is my first requested story (thank you to the lovely anon who requested it, I was very excited to finally receive one lol). I really like how this turned out despite the fact that I wrote this in like four hours. I might be a little busy because of finals at my school so I apologize in advance. Um, enjoy!

It was late one night in the Avengers' facility that you had created an undercover Twitter account. You wanted one to keep up with all the thoughts and gossip that spread throughout the internet about your coworkers and yourself. Though the real reason for your stalking nature was to feel a connection to your admirers, you couldn’t help but follow a few of Bucky fan accounts as well.

It wasn’t wrong, per se, you two were friends after all, but Bucky was just too much of a good guy (and too good-looking) to not accidentally fall in love with him. You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t get involved with a coworker (in this case, best friends); it was wrong and dangerous. But it despite your greatest attempts, you had fallen, and fallen hard.

You checked your feed whenever you could (well whenever no one was around). You felt normal to not be recognized and even after a while, you didn’t have a big following like on your public account, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

One day, on your way back to the compound on the Quintet after a mission with Natasha, you were scrolling through a thread about a cosplayer when she entered the room.

“Hey, Y/N, mind if I sit here?” You nodded she sat down next to you and opened her own device. You quickly exited out of the app and opened another, not trying to look suspicious but being the secret assassin/spy that Natasha was, of course she noticed.

“What was that?” she asked and tried to take the phone out of your hand.

“Nothing!” you said loudly, only increasing her curiosity and determination.

“Give me the phone, Y/N.”

“No! I have private stuff on there!”

“Come on, we’re best friends!” Still wrestle over the phone, she somehow slipped it out of your hands and pushed you away, opening the newly closed app.

“Ooh! You have a secret Twitter!”

“Please don’t tell anyone! I swear I-I’ll do your laundry for a week! A month!” you pleaded.

“Relax, I won’t say anything about it. I have one too, you should follow my account.” You couldn’t believe what came out of her mouth. You had thought that you were the only one on the team that even knew about Twitter.

“Wait, what?”

“I have an account too. Follow me,” she shrugged simply, tossed you your phone and went back to her own.

“What do you use it for?”

“Really? We’re surrounded by hot men and you’re asking me what I use it for,” she chuckled, not once looking up from her phone.

“Seriously?” you said, still not believing it.

“Of course.” She showed you a picture of a shirtless Steve Rogers. “You see this? I can’t like this on my public account.”

“I’m sorry I’m in a bit of shock.”

“It’s fine, here I’ll even send a couple of Bucky photos to you.”

“W-why Bucky?”

“Really, Y/N? You are not subtle at all. Literally everyone knows about your little crush on him. Well, except Bucky himself, he’s almost as clueless as you.”

“Shit, am I really that obvious?” You looked down onto your phone, looking at the photo Natasha had sent you.

“Duh,” she said while glancing down at her watch. “We’re almost home, buckle in, the team will be waiting for us when we land.”

“Nat,” you said when she was almost out the door.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for not telling.”

“No problem,” she winked.

After the discovery of Natasha’s own twitter account, you two sent a lot of pictures to each other. Now sharing your guilty pleasure with someone else, it wasn’t as bad as you had painted it in your head. It was nice to thirst over the hot men that you worked with with someone else.

Tonight in particular had been a great day; Bucky decided to take a shirtless jog early in the morning and was photographed by paparazzi. You knew immediately when you saw this that you had to share it with Natasha.

You screenshotted the post and sent it to her with a text saying “I swear, he is the perfect guy. I would give up a kidney to go on one date with him.”

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard Bucky’s voice call out from the entrance of the lounge, which you were currently sitting in.

“Yeah?” you blushed at the sight of him.

“I’m going to go take a quick shower, can you please tell me when Steve gets home from his meeting?”

“Yeah, no problem,” you smiled.

“Thanks, doll. I’ll be right back.” And with that, he left to take a shower (your eyes may or may not have followed his, er, back side as he walked away).

Sighing, you looked back to your screen. You looked at the thread of texts with Natasha that should have shown previous pictures that you two have sent. Instead, they should some vague texts that didn’t quite make sense. It was only until you saw a text that called you ‘doll’ that you noticed it.

You hadn’t sent the text to Natasha.

You had sent it to Bucky.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

You scrambled to your feet, your heart was racing at a speed that you hadn’t thought was humanly possible.

The text had just been delivered and hadn’t even been open. Maybe Bucky left his phone in his bedroom, you thought. I’ll just get it and delete the message before he sees it. Yeah, that’ll work.

You ran into the elevator and pressed the button to Bucky’s floor. Your foot tapped rapidly as you encouraged the machine to go faster, although you knew it was dumb, your main goal right now was to get to his bedroom.

Once the elevator dinged, you ran to the right door and opened it. You looked at the few pieces of furniture, finally spotting the phone on his bedside table. You grabbed it and turned it on, seeing your text in the notifications.

“Y/N? What’re you doing in here?” you heard Bucky’s voice say.

Your heart leapt up to your throat and you swallowed. Slowly turning around, you saw him with only a pair of sweatpants on, his exposed chest making it very hard to concentrate.

“Uh, I wanted to ask what you needed Steve for,” you stuttered out despite your attempts to keep your voice steady.

“I need to give him my part of the mission report. Why were you looking through my phone?” His eyebrows furrowed making him look very confused.

“I was just… installing a new ringtone, the one you have now is pretty boring, so I decided to change it for you.”

“Oh, really?” he asked in a very skeptical way.

“Yep.” You looked around the room, your eyes not wanting to accidentally make stare at the exposed abs in front of you (boy, was he ripped).

“Can I have my phone back?”

“No!” you said a little too loudly. “I, uh, mean I haven’t installed it yet.” He moved closer to you, extending his hand and waited for you to hand it over.

“That’s fine, I don’t mind.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I could even change the wallpaper too if you’d like,” you said desperately clutching the phone.

“What I’d like,” he stepped closer, “is for you to give me my phone back.”

“B-but the ringtone is cooler! Seriously, it’ll only take a moment, I swear.”

“Doll, just give it to me,” he said in a non aggressive yet loud way.

“No, Bucky,” you stood your ground. At this moment, his hand flew to take the phone out of your grip, but your instincts made you pull away faster than he could grab it.

“Y/N! Hand it over!”

“No!” you said, backing up into the wall. Soon, your wall bumped up against it and you knew you were trapped.

“I don’t get what the big deal is!” He gave another attempt at taking it, but still you kept it close to your chest. At this point, he was so close to you that you could smell the day old cologne he had put on this morning.

“I’m not letting you embarrass yourself by having a stupid ringtone!” He finally grabbed the phone out of your hands and you chased after it, but he placed his arm in front of you, stopping you from being able to take it back.

He looked at the screen and you looked away to not see the disgust in his eyes. You held your breath as he lowered his arm slowly but you kept your gaze to the floor.

“Doll,” he muttered. “Look at me.” You sighed and looked up cautiously. His blue eyes showed a bit of fear and hesitation.

“What’s this text about?” he asked in a small voice.

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it, just that you’re, you know, you, a-and it was supposed to get sent to Nat but being the dumb ass that I am, I accidentally sent it to you instead and now I’m dying of embarrassment so if you would please just forget this ever happened I would really appreciate it,” you rambled.

“Why would I want to forget?”

“Because this is just a weird situation and I’m practically in love with you but I know that it would never work out and I now realize that I really should not have said that. I need to keep my mouth shut…”

“You’re in love with me?” his voice was still small, as if he didn’t want the answer to the question. You nodded and tried to hide the extreme blush that spread across your face quickly.

“I, um,” he cleared his throat to impede himself from messing up his statement. “I think I’m in love with you too.” Your head whipped to try to spot any ounce of lie or humor on his face.

“Are you only saying that because you feel pity for me?”

“No, I really mean it, you know how hard it is to talk about this kind of stuff,” he looked away, his own cheeks now showing a tinge of color.

“Um, cool. So…”

“So…” he repeated.

“I’m going to head to my room now, good night,” you slipped by him awkwardly. You must’ve called yourself an idiot a hundred times by the time you got to the elevator.

“Y/N! Wait!” Once again, you heard Bucky call your name from behind you. You turned to see him jogging down the hall, and he stopped in front of you.

“Maybe, if you have time, you’d like to get a coffee or something with me?” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, the whirling in his metal arm giving it away as well.

“Of course, I’m free tomorrow actually,” you bit your lip.

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he smiled. “And don’t worry, you won’t have to give up a kidney.”

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papyrus-is-gaster-blog · 7 years

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wild theory

(Note: this version is cross-posted from my main blog, @eroshiyda [link: https://eroshiyda.tumblr.com], so please reblog it from there, if you can.]

Today is Undertale's second anniversary. I love Undertale so much that it has been my hyperfixation ever since I played it at the beginning of 2016. I joined tumblr in May of 2016 because I saw that a lot of people were talking about Undertale on here. This is the origin of this particular blog. And now, I have planned a Special Post(TM) for this occasion.

(Warning: this post is extraordinarily long - as in, over five thousand words long - and contains many spoilers for the game. I have hidden it under a "Read More" so that it doesn't clog up people's dashboards.)

I. Preface and Special Thanks

First, though, I must tell you a story. It all started when I made my husband play Undertale, because it was so great when I played it, and I wanted to see how he would play the game. Which route would he take? (He ended up doing True Pacifist after killing the first Froggit and feeling so guilty about it that he reset). Once he finished, I asked him who his favorite character was.

His answer? Papyrus.

"Papyrus?" I thought. "But why?" I felt like he was probably the most forgettable character in the entire game, perhaps apart from Sans (note: I have never done a Bad Time route). What was it about this goofy skeleton that made my husband like him so much? Was it his malapropisms? Was it the fact that he can somehow shout in whispers? Was it his Ghost costume... er, "battle body?"

So, I decided to do some research. I started searching "Papyrus from Undertale" on Google, and most of the results I found came from the wonderful, well-functioning website which we all know and love as tumblr. He was buzzing, and it seemed a lot of people felt about Papyrus the same way my husband did.

I made an account, and the first thing I posted was a Very Profound Theory(TM) which was met with some disagreement. That "theory" is that Papyrus is Sans' older brother, and not the other way around. (Keep in mind that, at this point, I had not seen Toby Fox's tweet about Papyrus calling Sans the common word for "older brother" in Japanese, which was actually an allusion to the fact that he was translating Undertale into Japanese, but I digress.)

The reasons I posted were simple enough, and if you really want to, you can even go back and read it for yourself. I'll link to it here for you also:

https://eroshiyda.tumblr.com/post/144298607667/papyrus-is-the-older-brother [link to my first tumblr post, "Papyrus is the older brother."]

This just came from my personal experience as an older sibling, and a closer analysis of Papyrus' character during my second True Pacifist playthrough.

Through this "theory" post (and I really am hesitant to call it a "theory" now, because it's so mundane), I met a lot of friends who were also theorizing about Papyrus. However, this is not the theory that I wanted to talk about.

As I gained more and more tumblr friends who were also very interested in Undertale (mostly Papyrus in particular), I started seeing more posts about all of the weird things he does and says. Not "weird" in a derogatory way, I just mean weird as in "odd," "unusual," "eccentric," and sometimes "nonsensical" or "unpredictable."

@undertale-encyclopedia did a really good job of compiling each of the canon strings of text, so I will mainly be using that blog as a resource for my canon information (since I never played anything but True Pacifist, and therefore do not have my own screenshots of certain bits of dialogue from other routes).

https://undertale-encyclopedia.tumblr.com/ [link to undertale-encyclopedia's tumblr blog]

@jewels336 (now deactivated) also provided a masterpost for which I am eternally grateful, as even though I had seen all of the posts (and even participated in a lot of them) compiled within that master list, they were now in a very neat and accessible place. I will be referencing those posts as well, as they were a springboard for many parts of this theory, and utilize canon information. Here it is:

https://eroshiyda.tumblr.com/post/151713943787/compilation-of-mysterious-papyrus-things [link to @jewels336's tumblr post, "Papyrus Masterpost!"]

@uselessundertalefacts (formerly @uselessshoelacefacts), @lefthanded-sans, and @papyrus-knows also indulged a lot of questions I originally had about Papyrus. They all made some really good analysis posts about the skelebros in general as well, so you should definitely go and check out their blogs, too.

I would also like to thank each and every one of my followers/mutuals/friends, who let me talk about Papyrus with them at some point or another. I am very much aware of how wild my theories are, so thank you for putting up with me.

Right. *deep breath* Now onto the theory.

II. Introduction

If you have not yet read @napstamuse's "Goner Theory Part III: Skeletons in the Closet," I very strongly urge you to do so right now. Here it is, for your convenience:

http://napstamuse.tumblr.com/post/139568679252/goner-theory-part-3-skeletons-in-the-closet [link to @napstamuse's tumblr post, "Goner Theory Part III"]

This is the actual post which made me join tumblr, and ultimately it led me to make up this theory. In summary, it points out how little we know about Papyrus, despite his talking incessantly. In fact, it even mentions at the very end that there's only one other character in Undertale of whom we know about as little: Mystery Man.

With a name like "Mystery Man," one would expect at least some intrigue surrounding such a character. We know what Mystery Man looks like:

[picture of Mystery Man, surprised]

We know what font he speaks in:

[picture of Entry 17 in capitalized Wing Dings font with no asterisks]

And are therefore able to conclude that he was a Royal Scientist, as the only other person to write "entries" is Doctor Alphys, the current Royal Scientist of the Underground:

[picture of one of Doctor Alphys' entries in normal font, with standard asterisk at the beginning]

and that his name was probably Wing Dings, or W. D. for short:

[picture of one of Gaster’s followers referring to him as “Doctor W. D. Gaster”]

But what does this have to do with Papyrus? Well, let's start with what we know about Papyrus.

We know that he looks like this:

[picture of Papyrus wearing a cape, battle body, and hotpants]

sometimes this:

[picture of Date Papyrus with MTT-brand Basketball Shoulder Pads, a shirt which says "Cool Dude" in all caps, shorts, and sneakers]

or even this:

[picture of Papyrus wearing a sweatband over his head and a shirt which says, "Jog Boy" on it]

We know that he likes puzzles:

[picture of Papyrus standing next to and talking about one of his puzzles]

We know that he's a good artist:

[picture of Papyrus talking about how he painted Snowdin’s bridge over a rock formation]

We know that his name is Papyrus (obviously) because he is referred to as such, and talks in this font:

[picture of Papyrus saying "Nyeh heh heh!" in capitalized Papyrus font, also without the standard asterisks]

And... that's it.

The rest of this theory involves putting these clues together. Ready?

III. Appearance

Let's start with Papyrus' appearance. He's pretty tall, compared to his brother Sans. According to this chart by @kitty4915, he's approximately 6 feet and 8 inches tall:

https://kitty4915.tumblr.com/post/138141358237/yo-undertale-heights-go [link to @kitty4915's tumblr post, "YO UNDERTALE HEIGHTS GO!!"]

[picture of Papyrus next to a door]

A bit strange for brothers, don't you think? One of them definitely got the short end of the stick. *badum-tss*

[picture of Sans Height Chart, 4'8"]

Anyway, I've seen it speculated that Papyrus and Sans are not "brothers" in a literal sense, but they are very close friends who sometimes call each other "brother." However, I do not think this is quite the case.

Sometimes I forget that half-siblings are a thing that exist. Half-siblings are siblings who share only one parent. How is this relevant to the skelebros? Well, @zarla-s has come up with an AU called Handplates which has one possible explanation for this: the skelebros technically share one parent, because they are both cloned from the same person. That person is, you guessed it: Royal Scientist Wing Dings Gaster.

http://zarla-s.tumblr.com/post/139516306171/okay-i-get-a-lot-of-questions-about-what-order-the [link to @zarla-s' "Handplates" AU Index post on tumblr]

Speaking of Mystery Man, we haven't analyzed his appearance next to Papyrus':

[pictures of Mystery Man sprite and Papyrus sprite next to each other]

It is said that the eyes are windows into the soul. Something people notice right away about Gaster's eyes are that they are extremely asymmetrical. His left eye is much bigger than his right.

Papyrus, on the other hand... well, both of his eyes are small, but if you look closely, you'll see that his left eye is smaller than his right, even when it is facing slightly away from view, like in his battle and date sprites. And it's more noticeable from the front, like in his overworld sprite, pictured above.

Ok, so they're kinda-sorta mirror images of each other, nothing too special. Could be a coincidence. Right? Well, sure, if this was the only thing they had in common, it could definitely be a coincidence. Never mind the fact that Papyrus seems to be raising his right eyebrow and squinting his left eye, almost as if he's compensating for them naturally being the other way around...

But why stop there? The other thing to note is that both of these skeletons are tall. Very, very tall. We already know how tall Papyrus is, but how big is Mystery Man?

[picture of Gaster Height Chart]

Wow, 7 feet and 6 inches! That is really tall. Even taller than Papyrus (by ten inches). Cool. So, if Papyrus somehow came from Gaster, then Papyrus' extreme height would make a little more sense. But again, where does that leave Sans?

[picture of Sans shrugging]

One could argue that Sans has inherited Gaster's, shall we say, roundness. That makes a little less sense, as we are not even sure exactly how "round" Gaster even is. His black "cloak" (not even sure if it's really a cloak canonically) does not necessarily represent Gaster's bodily shape - as it could be flowy, melted, or otherwise augmented by some magical law of physics. And besides, this theory doesn't really have anything to do with Sans.

IV. But Something's Missing...

However, even I must admit that something isn't quite right about the height discrepancy between Gaster and Papyrus, either. With Gaster being nearly a whole foot taller, it seems as though there's something... missing.

And, even if you take away that extra ten inches from Gaster's height, there's something else which Gaster has which Papyrus, at first glance, seems to not have.

Refer back to the pictures of Gaster and Papyrus next to each other. See the holes in Gaster's hands? And Papyrus'... well, they're covered in gloves, so I guess we'll never know. Darn.

[pictures of Papyrus saying “I know it like the back of my hand… which, since I’m always wearing gloves… I don’t know anything about!!”]

Thanks, Papyrus.

But, there is still something else missing, and this thing has nothing to do with appearances. Of course, I am referring to Wing Dings' experience as the Royal Scientist of the Underground.

Gaster even has "followers" who consider him to be important in the Underground's history long after he is gone. You can find them with certain Fun values:

[pictures of Gaster's three followers]

In contrast, Papyrus holds no important status in the Underground (unless all of the other boss monsters are killed, leaving Papyrus to take King Asgore's place in the end). But he *does* want to join the Royal Guard.

[pictures of Papyrus saying that his “lifelong dream” is joining the Royal Guard]

Why? Well, for starters, he is friends with the Royal Guard Dogs in Snowdin (which is his place of residence), as well as the Captain of the Royal Guard herself, Undyne.

[picture of Undyne]

Undyne got her job because she asked King Asgore "Fluffybuns" Dreemurr to train her in combat. They subsequently became close, and she was so well-trained that she was basically a shoo-in. (This is all canon information which you can obtain by going on the "friendship date" with Undyne in True Pacifist.) But this theory isn't about her, either.

So again, what is Papyrus' motivation for wanting to join the Royal Guard? He's not close with the King. In fact, Papyrus is never mentioned by anyone other than Flowey (who knows everything, but we'll get to that later), Undyne (arguably his only friend), and Sans (his own brother); and, at the very end of True Pacifist route, by both Toriel (who had only heard his name because of Sans) and Monster Kid. No one really knows who he is, so the reason for his wanting to join couldn't possibly be his connections.

Could it be that he wants to FIGHT? Considering that he can't even bring himself to hit Frisk in any run (regardless of how many monsters they have killed in the Underground upon meeting Papyrus), I would say that this is also rather unlikely.

Luckily for us, Papyrus hints at what it is he is really after:

[picture of Papyrus saying "Powerful, Popular, Prestigious!"]

He wants to be powerful, popular, and prestigious. Sounds fair enough, right?

Not so fast. Who in the Royal Guard is powerful, popular, and prestigious? Certainly the Royal Guard Dogs are not. And, while Undyne is undoubtedly powerful, I wouldn't really call her "popular," except with Monster Kid (and Doctor Alphys, but that is a whole other story). But Monster Kid is exactly that: a kid. A child.

[picture of Monster Kid]

Papyrus wants a child to look up to him. Part of the reason he dresses up and acts like a super hero is to appeal to children and give them a role model to emulate. This is also evident in the way he treats Frisk, who is also a child: with open, accepting arms, ready to embrace them and be their friend.

[picture of Papyrus saying "I, Papyrus, welcome you with open arms!"]

But let's tie this back into Mystery Man, shall we? The previous Royal Scientist definitely had a connection with the monarchy as well (which, as we've already established, Papyrus did not have). How else would he have gotten such an esteemed position? He may have also been extraordinarily intelligent, much like the current Royal Scientist, Doctor Alphys:

[picture of Papyrus explaining to Frisk that Doctor Alphys made an advanced puzzle]

[picture of Bratty & Catty telling Frisk that Doctor Alphys made Mettaton's robot body]

but, ultimately, W. D. Gaster met with an untimely death after having an accident of sorts:

[picture of one of Gaster's followers saying that "he fell into his creation"]

which implies that he was a savant, or someone who could be considered "book smart," but also absent-minded and accident prone. That sort of reminds me of someone else...

[pictures of Papyrus explaining Alphys' puzzle]

[picture of Papyrus getting shocked]

Anyway, there appears to be something *else* missing, on top of everything we've just covered.

V. Memories

Papyrus seems to have a... sketchy memory, to say the very least. At first glance, he appears to retain nothing:

[picture of Papyrus saying "Really though!!! That human!!! Do I know that person?” Hint: the answer is "yes."]

but, upon closer inspection, we learn that he retains quite a lot (as evidenced by his telling Frisk seemingly random trivia about nearly each and every room in the Underground over the phone):

[picture of Papyrus saying, "I have a photographic memory for phone calls!"]

and, upon even closer inspection, we see that he actually can't even remember commonly-used idioms:

[picture of Papyrus using the malapropism "smells like the moon" instead of "odor the moon," which comes from the idiom "over the moon"]

then, upon microscopic inspection, we see that there's something definitely off with Papyrus' memory. He literally remembers and even references things which do not exist (or have yet to happen) in current timelines:

[pictures of Papyrus alluding to Mettaton's EX forme – specifically, his “bishonen eyes” – while Mettaton is still in Box forme, and Undyne inadvertently confirming that his EX forme has not yet been revealed, by replying “He doesn’t even HAVE eyes!!!”]

[picture of Papyrus talking about a "Laborador... y?" which is a reference to both Endogeny and the True Lab, yet to be discovered]

[picture of Papyrus telling Frisk that he will talk to them again, even though this has not yet been confirmed at this point in the True Pacifist route]

[picture of Papyrus telling Frisk that they "can do a little better!" even after killing every monster they have encountered up until this point]

So... what gives? How can he remember things that have not yet happened, unless he is, say, perhaps, a time traveler?

VI. Time-Space Shenanigans

Now, I know what you're thinking: "But, eroshiyda, Sans already told us that Flowey gives Papyrus predictions, so this discussion is all meaningless!"

Ok, but we also know that Sans has the ability to travel across time-space in strange ways; namely, he teleports. It's not exactly an easter egg or anything, as it's too extraordinary a phenomenon to ignore.

[pictures of Sans appearing in two places in the same room at the same time]

[picture of Papyrus asking Sans if he is, in fact, in two places at once; walking into the next room will prove that this conjecture is correct]

But the implication is that Papyrus has the same ability (because they are brothers), or at least a very similar one, as Sans' ability comes as no surprise to Papyrus.

[pictures of Papyrus asking Frisk, "Is Sans pranking you across time and space? I hate it when he does that!"]

And, in fact, there is alternate evidence of their similar abilities:

[picture of Papyrus battle in Pacifist or Neutral routes, showing blue-colored, bone-shaped magic]

[picture of Sans battle, exclusive to Bad Time route, also showing blue-colored, bone-shaped magic]

[picture of Papyrus "preparing a non-bone attack, then spending a minute fixing his mistake"]

[picture of Papyrus telling Frisk "Had I only used my Special Attack, you surely would have been blasted to..." with a forlorn look on his face. This only happens when you abandon a Bad Time route by sparing Papyrus.]

[picture of Sans using Gaster Blasters during his battle with Frisk. This is only available during a Bad Time route, killing everyone else – Papyrus included.]

Of course, you cannot possibly see them both in action during the same route (Toby Fox, you clever dog), so it is difficult to compare the two without going back to play Undertale in an entirely different way than before. So, this may count as an easter egg.

What is, perhaps, a bit more of an easter egg (at least, according to my Papyrus-fixated tumblr friends), is the fact that Papyrus can - and does - manipulate time-space in his own ways:

[gif of Papyrus literally walking on air over Frisk]

[gif of Papyrus quickly transposing across the screen without moving his body otherwise]

So, who's to say that he doesn't travel across time as well?

[picture of Gaster's first follower saying that "he was shattered across time and space"]

VII. Memories, Revisited

Remember that "memory" thing I pointed out? Well, I'd like to come back to that for a bit.

There are two things which I have noticed, and I get why they've been met with resistance in the past when I brought them up. But, keep in mind all of the evidence listed above and the things we've talked about thus far. As I said, I know that these are wild theories, but please bear with me for just a little bit longer.

Ok, here's the first thing I've noticed:

[picture of Papyrus leaving Frisk with 1 HP so that he can capture them after battle; this happens no matter what, if you lose to him]

[pictures of Papyrus referring to the battle as “a terrible memory" over the phone]

[pictures describing the Bad Memory item, found in the True Lab; it depletes exactly 1 HP when consumed by Frisk]

And the second thing is this:

[pictures of Papyrus immediately recognizing Frisk as a human during a Bad Time route]

[pictures of Papyrus not recognizing Frisk as a human during a Pacifist route]

Something about HP, bad memories, and a human... Now, how could this possibly be connected?

Well, I'm afraid that I have no more canon evidence to support my theory, so now we are plunging deep into headcanon territory from here on out. If this upsets you, please just stop reading now. I'd rather you form your own headcanon, given the canon evidence so far. Perhaps yours will be more satisfying than mine is, because it's about to get kind of dark. In fact, I would hide it under another "Read More" if I could. But I can't, so I'll give you a break.

Last chance to turn back now.

By continuing to read this, you are submitting yourself to probably the most wild and ridiculous theory that has ever been made in the Undertale fandom.

VIII. Conclusion

If you're still reading this, I must confess that I do have one, tiny piece of canon information to support this theory, which has seemingly nothing to do with anything I just talked about. Here it is:

[picture of a sillhouette of Toriel standing next to a human in the introduction to Undertale, with the caption "Long ago, humans and monsters lived in peace."]

[picture of a sillhouette of Asgore fighting with a human in the introduction to Undertale, with the caption "They were at war."]

The king and queen were on the surface during the Monster and Human War. This implies that they knew humans at some point before they were sealed away Underground when the humans won.

So... what if Gaster, their Royal Scientist before Doctor Alphys, was a human?

A stretch, I know. But here is another tiny piece of evidence to consider:

[picture of Gaster's second follower saying, "I'm holding a piece of him right here." In their hand is what looks like a human face]

Our Mystery Man once had a face which looks strikingly human. Of course, by the time we see him, he looks more like a skeleton with two large fractures on either side of his skull. So, it makes sense that his face went missing.

Which reminds me of this:

[picture of Papyrus realizing that he doesn't have ears]

[pictures of Papyrus referencing his “hair” and “skin,” neither of which he has, since he is a skeleton]

The only reason that Papyrus could possibly "realize" that he has neither ears nor hair is if he had had them before, and only now realizes that they are gone. Remember: Papyrus has a sketchy memory. Something definitely messed with it at somewhere along the way. But what?

Well, remember the aforementioned "accident" which Royal Scientist W. D. Gaster had? I would think that being spread across time-space would be... disorienting, if you will. Parts could go missing. Pieces. Memories, physicalities, any of it.

"Wait," I hear you thinking. "Surely you're not trying to suggest that Papyrus is Gaster! That would be ludicrous!"

Wouldn't it?

"They have such different personalities!"

Don't they?

"Papyrus could never be the Royal Scientist!"

Are you sure about that?

Let me explain to you how I think it happened.

(This is the dark part. I decided not to dive right into it because I wanted to give you time to adjust to my wild theory. Once you are comfortable with the headcanon of Papyrus being Gaster, please proceed. If this is against your sensibilities, I won't hold it against you at all. You are free to stop reading this post at any time.)

Gaster was a human who lived on the surface like everyone else. He was a friend to monsters before the war. He even knew Asgore and Toriel, although Toriel took to him a bit better. Once the war broke out, everyone had to choose a side. The line was drawn between monsters and humans. Only W. D. Gaster decided to cross that line.

When the monsters were sealed Underground by a magical barrier after the humans won the war, Gaster ended up being sealed with them. Asgore and Toriel were elected the King and Queen of the Underground, and they elected Gaster to be Royal Scientist.

The magical barrier transformed Gaster as time passed. He became immortal, like a monster. He started to adopt their mannerisms, and even started to look like a monster. As his body aged, soon all that was left of him was his skeleton. Without vocal cords, he could only speak in a strange font: Wing Dings. This earned him his nickname.

Then, "The Accident" happened. I don't know exactly how, or when, but we all know that it happened. Gaster "fell into his creation," and "was shattered across time and space," according to his followers. A new Royal Scientist was needed.

In the meantime, two skeleton brothers randomly showed up in Snowdin. We get this information from an NPC in Snowdin:

[pictures of the Snowdin Shopkeeper telling Frisk that Sans and Papyrus "just showed up one day"]

Interesting.

IX. Supporting Evidence/More Headcanons

But how did the Royal Scientist Wing Dings Gaster become the Papyrus we all know and love?

(trigger warnings: mentions of violence and child death)

Let's go back to canon evidence, shall we? We are far enough into the headcanon realm that I do think it's time for some canon reminders:

[Papyrus, looking slightly worried as he says "LOVE." in all capital letters, which holds a very different meaning than lowercase "love" in the game of Undertale]

I know that Papyrus speaks in all caps all of the time, but look at the expression on his face. Doesn't that look like someone who knows what LOVE stands for "Level Of ViolencE," as Sans points out to us in Judgment Hall? Because it sure does to me. Also, remember how Papyrus definitely knows that Frisk is a human during the Bad Time route, but not during a Pacifist route? Why would Papyrus make the connection between humans and violence?

There are two explanations for this.

The first is that a few sub-conscious memories of his time as Gaster were somehow retained; that is, he remembers the war between humans and monsters, much like how he remembers having hair and ears. So that is one possible explanation.

The second is perhaps the wildest headcanon you will ever hear about Papyrus.

Ready?

Ok.

*sighs*

Papyrus... has killed before.

"WHO? WHAT? WHERE? WHEN? WHY? HOW?" you ask. Well, here's my theory.

Papyrus, being newly incarnated from Gaster (alongside his brother, Sans), doesn't really know much about the world around him. He has memories missing. Which ones, we're not sure of, but he's definitely... not all there, if you get me.

Now is a good time for to mention Papyrus' stats versus Sans' before I continue with this story. Have you ever noticed how Papyrus is up to twenty times stronger than Sans?

[picture of Papyrus' Pacifist stats: 20 Attack, 20 Defense]

[picture of Sans' stats: 1 Attack, 1 Defense, with the caption "*The easiest enemy."]

But Papyrus and Sans are brothers, so we would expect that they would have the same stats, which clearly isn't so.

Tying this back into what we know about LOVE, we know that with every increase of LOVE, one receives an increase in stats as well:

[pictures showing LV 1 stats, and then saying, "Your LOVE increased!” and the HP stat going up.]

So, the only logical explanation is that Papyrus received an increase in stats because he received an increase in LOVE. And how did this happen?

Think about the Items which Frisk finds in Snowdin: the Tough Glove and the Manly Bandanna.

[pictures of Frisk acquiring Tough Glove and Manly Bandanna in Snowdin]

To which child did they belong? The Orange SOUL.

[picture of the Photoshop Flowey battle, depicting the Orange SOUL in the box and the Tough Glove being used as a weapon against Frisk]

Which trait is attributed with Orange? Bravery.

[picture of the Ball Game in Snowdin showing the word "bravery" in orange]

What happens when an attack is Orange? You have to keep moving.

[pictures of Doctor Alphys explaining how orange lasers work in Hotland]

From this canon evidence, what can we infer the Orange SOUL kid's gimmick was, if they were "brave?"

I'll tell you: they kept moving forward, no matter what.

Now, what color magic does Papyrus have?

[picture of Papyrus using blue-colored bones in battle]

What does Blue magic do? It requires you to *stand still,* or else you will get hurt.

[picture of Doggo using blue magic on Frisk's motionless, red SOUL and doing no damage]

Tell me, how is a kid who is incapable of standing still going to survive Blue magic? Simple: they won't.

I even wrote a short ficlet about it here:

https://eroshiyda.tumblr.com/post/152526581522/orange-soul-headcanon [link to my tumblr post, "Orange SOUL headcanon"]

Of course, I'd like to think that it was just an accident. But, accident or not, Papyrus killed a human child, which was enough to raise his stats to twenty times higher than what they were originally. (Remember that humans are far more powerful than monsters, so they would be worth a lot of EXecution Points.)

This is why Papyrus knows exactly how much to lower his stats during the Bad Time route. He's not trying to kill Frisk, and he knows how much force is needed for that.

[picture of Papyrus lowering his stats to 5 ATK, 5 DEF in a Bad Time route]

That's also how he knows that Frisk is going down the "wrong path" by moving closer to Papyrus in a threatening way.

[pictures of Papyrus lecturing Frisk to stop moving before battling them during a Bad Time route]

Papyrus has experience battling at least one human child. And Papyrus didn't lose, either; otherwise, he wouldn't be around anymore by the time Frisk arrives, right?

But this is why his character development is so important to the story of Undertale. This is why he's (arguably) Flowey's favorite monster in the whole Underground, long after Flowey grew tired of torturing everyone else:

[picture of Flowey at the end of a Neutral route saying, "Took me a long time to get bored of that one."]

Because even after Papyrus committed the most heinous atrocity any monster could ever think of, he changed. He resolved to never FIGHT again. He solemnly swore to only use MERCY, no matter how dire the circumstances got. Even after all he had been through, he proved that people can change their ways.

[picture of Papyrus saying, "Everyone can be a great person if they try!"]

It's all about the choices you make. Because accidents happen, everyone makes mistakes, but ultimately you have a choice; do you keep going down the path of least resistance, or do you learn and grow from it enough to do the right thing, no matter how hard it gets?

X. Afterword

Thanks for reading this theory all the way through! You're a real trooper!

I know that this is a topic that doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things, and I probably left out a lot of discrepancies, but I really did have fun working on this for the past year and a half. I hope you had fun reading it, too.

As I was finishing up this project, the Japanese version of Undertale came out. Some of the information gathered from gleaning nuances in the Japanese text conflicts with this theory, while some supports it; but I just didn’t get a chance to include any of it, to my dismay.

By the time you see this post, I most likely will have left tumblr. So, I cannot accept any of your thoughts about it, unfortunately.

However, if you would like to do even further research of your own, I have left behind this blog as an archive, along with another, super-secret blog I used to reblog my sources. The url is @papyrus-is-gaster. Here’s the link to it: https://papyrus-is-gaster.tumblr.com/ [link to one of my sideblogs, called papyrus-is-gaster]

I'd like to think of this as my sort of "tumblr dissertation," and I've officially graduated and am ready to move on to other things. Undertale was a fun phase in my life, but all phases come to an end.

And, with that, this post has also (finally) come to an end as well.

Just remember,

[picture of Papyrus saying "Still! I believe in you!"]

The Great Papyrus believes in you, and so do I.

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Paintless Dent Repair – The Truth, Myths and Misconceptions

PDR, a better repair!

First let me start by explaining what PDR or Paintless Dent Removal is for those of you out there that have never heard the term. PDR is conceptually simple, put simple it is the process of removing damage from an automotive body panel without the need for sanding, grinding, body-fillers or painting (hence the term Paintless).

The process of removing damage to vehicles without then need for painting is actually not new at all, though industry folk lore varies from tale to tale, Mercedes Benz allegedly began having "metal-men" work small imperfections in panels while still on the assembly line as long ago as the 1950's. Today's PDR technicians have adapted various techniques for removing dings and dents from vehicles without the need for fillers and re-painting almost as an art form. Better tools, training and advances in automotive clear coat durability have led to miraculous results for even large dents.

Why can't I just use a dent popper like the ones you see on TV?

Unfortunately the dent poppers, suction cups and (this one makes me chuckle) dry ice simply don't work. First let's explore the "screw out dent poppers". You've probably seen the late night Ding King infomercials showing you how easy it is to just glue on the tab, place the lifter on the tab and turn. POP! the dent's gone! right? Wrong! the commercial never shows the large high spot, low spot still left or heaven forbid the high spot surrounding a low, or as i like to call them a "volcano". The main reason this is a gimmick, missing tools and knowledge. Professional PDR technicians actually do use a method of removing some select dents from the front of a panel with tabs, special adhesives and a lifting apparatus.

The main difference? a technicians main assets are their eyes, reflective source, and hand-eye-coordination. a professional technician assesses the dent with a reflective source, be it a light, line board or reflective pole, and targets the "dead-center" of the dent. Once located the technician places a tab directly at this zero point and then uses a lifting device to bring the depressed metal as close to level as possible in one pull. Once the pull has been made the technician removes the tab and assesses the area to determine the next course of action. Usually, the area will require some work with a tap down device to level any areas that were pulled higher than level. This process may go on for several pulls and taps until the area is as close to level as possible. The do-it-yourself-er doesn't get a reflective source, tap down or training in how to use each of these items and more often than not makes the once small door ding a variable mess when finally deciding to throw in the towel. The suction cup is simply ineffective.

Damage very large and gradual may actually move with a strong enough suction and it may actually look somewhat better than the original dent, but it effectively "locks" the metal into place and the distortions or buckles around the area that have not been properly removed before addressing the main low areas of the dent are now cementing everything into place. The remaining topic (and my favorite) dry ice and a hair dryer seems to get rave reviews on you-tube and the like. Unfortunately this once again doesn't address the buckles and only sometimes removes a portion of the dent.

The main down side to this method is the process it uses. Dry ice or the "computer duster" propellant will rapidly cool the substrate and paint. The hair dryer is then used to rapidly bring the panel temp. above 150 degrees F. The rapid contraction and subsequent expansion of the substrate is what actually makes the dent pop but what's happening on a much smaller level is paint damage. The paint is almost always micro-fractured which leads to paint cracking, peeling and corrosion. Much of this damage will not be seen for several months down the road when the elements have had time to breach the fractures and make them worse.

One PDR company is as good as another, Right?

All dent companies are not created equal and actually let me expand on that by saying all pdr technicians are not created equally. One of the main reasons for the boom in pdr company growth is the "claim to fame" or "gold rush" mentality. We've all seen the commercials for get rich quick schemes. Some very talented technicians have and still do make a very good living repairing dents. Most earn moderate incomes that do not carry bragging rights though. Every Tom, Dick and Harry tired of their 9-5 job learns about the alleged 6 figure income made by pdr technicians and heads out for two weeks of training at a mis-information factory such as Ding King or Right Look and thinks they will set the world on fire directly thereafter. In reality they spend two (or even one) weeks learning little about real world dents and almost always pick up bad habits that will doom them from ever being able to repair a dent properly.

The "Mills",as they are affectionately referred to in the industry, also sell the aspiring technician a "package" deal complete with every tool needed to repair any dent out there. Unfortunately what they are actually getting is the cheapest set of Chinese made coat hangers good money can buy. The aspiring technician returns home after training and (after being told they are ready) begins selling their service. The problem being they often cannot see the dent properly to repair it and do not have the acquired skill set to fix the smallest of dings. The end result is a moderate improvement with high spots throughout the dent and even cracked paint. The technician either continues on frustrated, trying to do better (or not if they don't care enough about the quality) or will lower prices justifying to themselves that a lower quality repair is still worth something.

And more still will throw in the towel all together after making such a bad name for themselves that they can no longer find work. This surge of low end "technicians" has led to a misconception that PDR is an inferior repair process as compared to a body shop. In fact, this conception is true when it pertains to someone performing such gross butchery. The general rule of thumb for a PROFESSIONAL Paintless Dent Repair is that it should cost between 1/2 to 1/3 that of a conventional body shop repair. Professional technicians have spend many hundreds, if not thousands, of hours perfecting their craft and don't sell themselves short. If you find yourself shopping for the best deal (lets face it, in this economy who doesn't) be leery of a rock bottom price. More often than not you WILL get what you pay for and will end up wishing you had paid a little more when rust starts to appear where the dent was, due to the hack cracking your vehicles paint!

To learn more about PDR and find the answers to common PDR questions visit our site http://dentsvanish.com

Tim Sharp, Owner/Operator-Dents Vanish Mobile Paintless Dent Removal visit Dents Vanish for a list of frequently asked questions. http://DentsVanish.com

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Paintless Dent Repair – The Truth, Myths and Misconceptions

PDR, a better repair!

Why can't I just use a dent popper like the ones you see on TV?

One PDR company is as good as another, Right?

To learn more about PDR and find the answers to common PDR questions visit our site http://dentsvanish.com

Tim Sharp, Owner/Operator-Dents Vanish Mobile Paintless Dent Removal visit Dents Vanish for a list of frequently asked questions. http://DentsVanish.com

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