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justletmeplayminecraft · 4 years

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xisuma doesn’t smooth over a server glitch fast enough. the others have to save him from the consequences.

in this fic, i play loosely with minecraft mechanics to create angst. very loosely. don’t think too much about ‘em. you can also date how long i’ve spent on this by the projects they’re working on.

featuring: being an admin gives you a connection to the server, xisuma has a less than stellar day, angst/comfort, zed is an ender hybrid, false & tango are minor admins, getting stuck in blocks is not a fun experience, the hermits care a lot about each other.

warnings: sensory deprivation, starvation, suffocation, its a death loop babyyy, a fair amount of panic, fighting code, glitches, helplessness, it’s pretty whumpy before the comfort. let me know if something’s missing here.

also on ao3. link in replies.

Xisuma sighs as the sun beats down on him. It's barely let up, even on the outskirts of the jungle. He enjoys the brief stints in the shadow of the giant quartz walls. Even then, waves of heat come off them. All of the structures in his base are a heat trap. Clearing out several layers of dirt and stone is a necessity he should've left for another day. With a click, he tugs his helmet off his head. The humidity outside is worse than his filtered air. He tucks the helmet under his arm, pushing sweat slicked hair from his face.

He's made good progress levelling this arena space. He leaves his helmet on his bed and heads to the temporary storage chests. They're filling up quickly, he notices, as he starts emptying his inventory into them. Except, something's broken. The stacks of blocks aren't all moving. He tries a few times before sighing, ruffling his hair. When he turns to the area he's been mining, it's still empty. It's been a long time since they've had desync this bad. He's not even sure when it started.

Stepping gently across the stone, he can feel the heat rising from them. He'll rollback the world and then he'll relax by Keralis's river. The farm is delightfully cool. Anything will be better than this oppressive heat.

He's almost reached his bed when something takes hold in his chest and pulls.

He stumbles forward with a gasp. Of course, the server decides to fix itself this time. He forces his feet forward, trying to reach his helmet so he can smooth things over. He only makes it two steps until his eyes are forced shut as the server reloads. For a split second, all he feels is the chill of the void as chunks reload around him.

He opens his eyes to darkness. It feels like he's suspended in space, unable to move. There's a suffocating pressure around him. Though it's with shallow breaths, he can still breathe. Did something go wrong? He blinks hard. All of his limbs are accounted for, he's certainly present. Even when he's working in the void there are still particles around him. His attempt to raise his arm fails, finding it impossible to open his back up admin panel. His helmet is- where even is his helmet?

His breath hitches, a feeling of panic escaping his controlled calm. He feels like he can't breathe. He can't move. He's trapped in his own body.

What's happening?

[MumboJumbo] anybody else just experience some major desync?

[Keralis1] Oh, is that what that was?

[Zedaph] I had nearly finished my redstone! All of that work, gone!

[FalseSymmetry] didn't you notice you weren't actually... losing anything from your inventory?

[Tango] he was probably too caught up in his supposed mastery

[FalseSymmetry] everybody okay though?

[Grian] all good here!

[Zedaph] Only my pride's wounded.

False looks down at the bedrock layer at her base. Like half an hour spent placing glass, all gone to waste. She groans, closing her chat as it pings away. Sure, she can rib Zedaph, but that doesn't change the fact she just did the exact same thing. She kicks off the sidewalk, gliding to the bedrock layer. She can feel the cold of the void float up with specks of grey.

"Good going, False," she murmurs. Some patches of glass survived. It's almost worse, that's going to be so much less satisfying to fill in. She takes her goggles off, tugging her hair loose to tie it in a low ponytail. Usually Xisuma gives them a warning before the server resets like that. It always messes up her hair, leaves it floaty and static.

She adjusts her goggles on her head, opening the player menu. Xisuma's currently online. She checks chat. He hasn't said anything. She considers it strange, but it's not unusual. Maybe he's been at a farm and isn't AFKing. She types out a private message, sending it across to him.

[FalseSymmetry to Xisuma] hey x, server blipped, might need to check it when you get back.

She'll see if he returns her message. She's got glass to place.

Iskall looks through his in-progress sorting system with a frown. It's broken somewhere. The stupid server reload has glitched it out and he can't find how. He's checked the redstone, he's checked the hoppers and he's checked the chests! Which means it's glitched. Either Xisuma reloads the chunk for him, or he's going to have to tear it down.

Actually, he'll probably have to tear it down anyway. Reloading the chunk will only roll it back.

At least he's not the only person who's redstone has been ruined. The thought brings some comfort. If he has to be miserable, somebody else should be too. He opens his communicator, checking who's around at the moment. That might take his mind off it.

He notices that Xisuma's online. Their admin has been quiet in chat since the reload. Maybe there's something going on behind the scenes he's having to sort out. He'll reach out to Mumbo and Grian, but first, he sends a message X's way.

[iskall85 to Xisuma] hey is everything alright? nothing broke?

[iskall85 to Xisuma] don't forget you can reach out to us if you need help.

He has no idea how much time has passed. Usually he's connected intrinsically to the server. It helps him keep track of the world, dig out any errors or mishaps - sometimes before his suit alerts him. It's essential for his job in order to keep things running smoothly. The server is always there, at the edges of his consciousness.

In this nothing, he can't even keep track of his internal clock. Perhaps it's his own panic, but the code he tries to reach out to feels fuzzy. It feels like it's glitching, sending shooting pains through his head if he focuses too hard. He couldn't take a guess how long he's been trapped. His breathing still comes too fast and shallow, ignoring his attempts to calm down.

He's completely helpless here. And he doesn't even know where here is.

Tango stares up at the stars on his ceiling. He checks his inventory again, counting aloud. He flicks it off with a frown. Yeah, he's definitely missing some. It's not a massive deal, Impulse will be happy to help out. But if he's having problems then some of the other hermits might be. Perhaps they fell and despawned in the reload. Either way.

"Tangoooooo!" The cry is accompanied by several rockets, something hitting the ground and the sound of damage. He chuckles, stepping away as Zed soars over the edge, stumbling forward with a flutter of his elytra. Tango straightens him up with his free hand.

"No, I'm not doing your redstone for you." Zedaph gasps, dusting off his jeans. He bounces up with a grin.

"You really think I'd come all this way for that?" Zed questions.

"So why have you come all the way here?"

"I'm bored," Zed replies. "And it still stings too much to do my redstone again." Tango laughs, opening up his chat. Xisuma's online, though Tango doesn't expect an immediate response.

"How do you feel about some wither grinding?" He types a message to Xisuma, Zedaph attempting to peer over his shoulder.

"Mmm, I don't see why not."

[Tango to Xisuma] Hey, seem to have lost some stars when the server reset

[Tango to Xisuma] might wanna check nothing important got eaten.

"Right, let's go."

Keralis hums, staring at the plot he was about to start building on. The area has been a bit... Funny. He'll break and replace a block, only to have it switch again. He might have to work on another area until it sorts itself out. His attempts at working here started after the reload, so he doesn't know if that caused it. He's not been able to spot Xisuma nearby either. He's been online, but Keralis hasn't spotted him in chat for a while.

He sighs as he watches the last blocks he placed switch back as if nothing happened. Crossing his arms, he examines the area. He wonders how big this is. Definitely more than one chunk. His new house is going to have to wait. He was excited to show Xisuma around, too.

With a glance at the sky, he realises it's late afternoon. He yawns, stretching his back out. Perhaps it'll be best to settle in his office and work on some future designs. He'll drop a message in chat first, in case this is affecting anyone else. It might give him an excuse to hunt down Shishwamy. He always feels guilty bothering him about things. Their admin takes far too much responsibility on his shoulders. They’re all adults. Keralis wishes he’d ask for help sometimes.

[Keralis1] Has anyone else been having glitchy blocks?

[iskall85] some of my redstone is broken but it's no biggie

[Tango] lost some of my nether stars with the reload but it's been fine since.

[FalseSymmetry] been placing glass without any problems since the reset

[MumboJumbo] I haven't had any problems either.

[Keralis1] A bunch of chunks around our bases are glitching

[Keralis1] but it seems like Shishwamy is busy :(

[Grian] well it looks like he just went afk

[iskall85] that answers that lol

His mind is becoming blurry. It's hard to focus on... Anything. He can't tell if it's because he's struggling to breathe, or something further, tugging him down and away. He tries to fight against it but there's nothing he can do to stay present. He can't hear anything, barely even his shallow breaths. He can only feel the consistent pressure on every inch of his body, the wet tears on his cheeks. He tries pulling on every one of his senses, but nothing comes up.

He slips under.

False empties the last of this glass stack, stepping back at a job well done. She smiles, rubbing her aching hands. It's nice to finally work on this part of her base. Even better now it's not going to pick itself up. At least she hopes so. She'll be right annoyed if it happens again. Something's been tingling at the back of her head, though. She wonders if it's because of the reset.

She looks up at the late afternoon sky. That's enough work for today. As she stretches, she can feel each and every ache in her body. She brushes away her hair, already falling loose. Maybe she'll have something nice for dinner. Some steak, potatoes and pumpkin pie. If she has pumpkin, of course. Xisuma was planning to build a pumpkin farm, wasn't he? His traditional pumpkin and melon combination. She chuckles to herself as she pulls out her rockets.

No matter how things change from season to season, there will always be things that don't. Hermits might come and go, but they'll always be her family.

She launches up, shooting through the water barrier. It's fast enough it doesn't stick. She lands gracefully, making her way to the kitchen. She hopes this nudging in her head doesn't get worse. She just wants to enjoy a nice meal. That's all.

"Well, I think we have a plan," Grian declares, grinning from his perch. His legs are crossed, hands resting in his lap.

"I mean, we didn't exactly need a plan to fix our redstone," Mumbo replies, slouched in his chair the way he only ever does in front of them. Iskall chuckles, resting his hands behind his head. They've really helped take his mind off the broken redstone. Mumbo had a similar problem, so tomorrow they'll meet up again and attempt some fixes.

"Always helps," Iskall says, shrugging. "Especially when one of us spends so much time in the Nether depths, now." Grian laughs, his legs kicking.

"Hey, I'm doing good work out there!" Mumbo yawns, looking between them.

"Well I don't know about you two, but I'm exhausted."

"Food then sleep?" Grian suggests. Iskall nods. It's been a long day.

It's dark as Zedaph and Tango return from The End. Zedaph yawns, running a hand through his hair, messing it up. Tango rubs the side of his own hair. Something's been bothering him, but he can't tell what. Like there's something just not... Right. Zedaph is chatting beside him, a bounce in his step. It's like he doesn't feel it at all.

"Do you want to have dinner together?" Zed asks, twirling his sword by his side. They've repaired their tools, done everything properly. It's been a hard day's work, but they've achieved a lot, even with the setback.

"Yeah, dinner sounds good." He looks at the night sky, squinting his eyes. Zedaph tilts his head at him. The purple eyes are concerned, particles floating up in his worry.

"Tango, are you okay? You seem... Off." Tango sighs, waving Zedaph's worry away.

"Something's nagging me. It's not a big deal." Zedaph's still frowning, but the particles die down.

"Let's just get you something to eat, yeah?" Tango nods, leaning into Zedaph when he squeezes his shoulder.

"Sounds good to me."

Keralis watches the night sky overhead. He's sat in the doorway to his office, a blanket around his shoulders. The stars are always a beautiful sight. It's the perfect way to relax after such a, hm, busy day. Not busy in a conventional sense, no, but still busy. His specially commissioned noteblock song plays in the background, a perfect accompaniment in the peaceful night. He thinks it's strange how the stars always seem the same no matter what world they're in. Maybe he should ask Xisuma about it in the future.

He pops up his screens open. Xisuma is still afk. He misses seeing his neighbour out and about. Xisuma often spends time at his farms, it's nothing new. But Keralis enjoys saying hello to him! Especially after missing well... Years of his life. He tries not to think about that.

With a sigh, he lies against the doorway. Time for bed soon. He laughs at the sound of Bubbles' voice in his head. His communicator beeps and he glances over to it.

Huh. That's interesting.

Xisuma is thrown into full consciousness. His stomach is still cramping with phantom hunger. He opens his eyes and finds...

Black.

No, no, he died. He died. Why has he respawned here? He chokes on his sob, realising no air is entering his lungs. His cheeks are still wet with tears, more leaking out as he gasps at nothing. His lungs burn, unable to take the shallow breaths he needs to. Would it even help? He wants to curl up, clutch at the growing pain in his chest. But he can't move an inch. Heaviness sinks into his limbs and head.

He wakes again in the same place. He doesn't know if he wants to scream or cry. There's not enough air for him to scream, anyway.

[Xisuma starved to death]

[MumboJumbo] X?? mate?

[Tango] X?

[FalseSymmetry] do we need to get your stuff?

[Keralis1] I'm by his base.

[Tango] he's not afk anymore

[Grian] x???????

[iskall85] maybe he's getting his stuff rn

[Keralis1] Shishwammmmyyyyyyy

[MumboJumbo] starving isn't a nice way to go

[Zedaph] It really isn't.

[Xisuma suffocated]

[iskall85] oh no

[FalseSymmetry] x???? im going over

[Keralis1] so am i

[Tango] this isn't right, this really isn't right

[Xisuma suffocated]

[Grian] what's going on???

False shimmies back into her elytra, reaching for the one jacket potato that finished cooking. So much for having a sit-down meal. She rubs her head, pushing away the fear that has something to do with this. Her communicator continues beeping as she grabs her rockets. She runs to the entrance, kicking off and launching into the air.

"We should go and help," Iskall decides, already picking up his armour.

"Thought you'd never say." Mumbo straps his elytra on, grabbing a spare shulker box and an ender chest. Grian nods with a seriousness that doesn't fit on his face.

"Let's go."

"We're going?" Zed asks. He's already stuffing food into his mouth. Tango rubs his temples, nodding. He takes the elytra that's thrusted into his hand.

"Yeah. We're definitely going." He watches the particles floating off Zed in waves, glowing the same purple as his pupils. Tango presses his eyes shut against another spike of pain as their communicators beep. "C'mon."

Keralis scrabbles until he balances on the tower roof. He's searched each one and not found X anywhere. Tapping his foot, he meddles with his communicator to turn some settings on. He has no minor admin powers - that he has to leave to False and Tango - but he can at least try this.

"Ah-hah!" He grins as hitboxes light up beneath him, hopefully a better clue where his currently red coloured friend may be. He scans the towers closely, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. There are a few mobs, especially as night sets in. Then he sees Xisuma's new build.

He has to take a step back at the sight. The chunks look- a mess. The outline of the blocks are overlapped or flickering. It hurts to look at. Blocks aren't meant to highlight like that. He glides across the treetops. It not only covers the area he was trying to work earlier but spreads into Xisuma's current build. Yeah that's- that's bad. That's not good. His communicator has continued to beep with messages as he searched. He goes to read it, and spots different colours in the mess. The red of an eyeline. He stands on his toes, leaning off the leaves. The outline flickers in and out, accompanied by a beep.

He thinks he's found X.

[Xisuma suffocated]

[Keralis1] he's in his new build!

[Keralis1] I think I can see him in the ground

[Keralis1] it is very very broken

[FalseSymmetry] tango? you on your way?

[Tango] as we speak

[Tango] been a long time since we've had to use these powers

[FalseSymmetry] not long enough

Tango and Zedaph are the first to land by Keralis's side. They kick up loose powder from the road, taking in the massive structure in front of them. Tango's shoulders raise, cringing at the sight.

"That's definitely broken," he agrees, his eyes twisting as they focus.

"And Xisuma's in the middle of it?" Zedaph looks at Keralis. He nods, usually big eyes sharply focused. He points beyond the walls.

"You can just see his name tag. I think the glitched blocks have got him stuck. I tried to build there earlier but nothing would stay." Tango presses his lips together in thought as False lands. They nod to each other in acknowledgement.

"How long does it take until the blocks pop back?"

Keralis hums, tapping his chin before answering, "About ten seconds, I think."

"That's not going to be enough time to reach him," Zed says. "Can't you just teleport him?" He looks at Tango and False. Tango opens his console menu, typing something in. Zed can tell the answer before Tango says it.

"What ideas do we have?" Keralis asks. "We can't just leave him there!"

"Of course not!" Tango replies, sounding shocked at the suggestion. "We just- need a plan." False nods.

"We're not as powerful as X," she explains, "Together we should be able to roll back these chunks but- I have no idea what that would mean for Xisuma. We don't really work with player code." She brushes her hair back. The conversation is paused as the trio of Grian, Iskall and Mumbo land beside them. The three slot in, listening as they're caught up.

"There has to be something that's making him spawn there." Iskall points out, his hand held towards the structure. False searches through the control panel, whilst Keralis and Tango simply examine the messed up blocks.

"He has a bed in there," Tango answers. False taps where Xisuma's spawn is tied to on her screen.

"Since the blocks are glitched, it must mean the bed isn't like... Registering them. Since they don't fully exist." She thinks about it carefully, putting the pieces together as she explains.

"So if we break the bed, he'll respawn at the world spawn?" Grian suggests.

"But how do we get down there?" Mumbo turns to look. It's pretty far down in the ground. They'd have to move quick to get near where Xisuma is.

"There's a few of us." Iskall waves at the gathered group. "I say with enough TNT and manpower, we could do it."

"Wait-" Zedaph holds his hand up, "-Get me close enough and I can teleport in there, get the bed. Less blocks to destroy."

"Zed." Tango turns to him, glaring at the blond. "That's a stupid idea, don't you get how dangerous that is-"

"Xisuma is stuck in a death loop, Tango!" Zed cuts in, raising his voice. The others fall silent, not sure how to handle this exchange. "Sure, I might die a bit! That's nothing compared to what Xisuma's currently experiencing."

"TNT will destroy a fair amount, but it already puts us on a time limit," Grian adds, a sideways agreement.

"I'm willing to do it. Either we reach the bed, or I teleport in." Zed says it with finality. The others don't argue. False checks his spawn point. Zedaph will respawn back in his cave, safe and sound. Even if it goes wrong, it'll be recoverable.

"We need to be ready to roll back the chunks," False says, focusing on Tango. "If I have this headache for much longer I'm going to go insane." Tango smiles tiredly.

"Fine. Let's try this." He shrugs. "I don't think we have a better idea."

"Well, come on! Let's go!" Keralis claps, placing an ender chest. Tango sighs, typing in a command.

"I think I'm allowed this time," he says, a stack of TNT appearing in his hand.

"And other times?" Grian asks. Even through the teasing, they can hear the fear in his voice.

"Don't push it."

There's noises. He blinks his eyes open into the unending darkness. He tries to focus past his burning chest and the weight of his body. There's... Definitely noises up above him. It sounds like explosions. The space he's stuck in shakes slightly. After another lapse, he gasps back to life in the same position. He wants to scream, tell somebody he's down here. This opportunity might not come again.

Then he feels a sharp stab of pain. Something is there, near him. Everything hurts and he still can't breathe. For a moment, he thinks he hears the trill of an Enderman. His tired mind can't figure out how as he runs out of air.

He wakes up to a chill. He slightly opens his eyes, spotting yellow sand as he falls, blacking out.

[Xisuma suffocated]

[Zedaph suffocated]

[Grian] have we done it?

[Keralis1] he's at worldspawn! got him!

[iskall85] YES!!!

[Zedaph] Oh thank goodness I don't want to do that again

[World reloaded]

[Tango] Z, you okay?

[Zedaph] I'm good. Bring my stuff? I'm going to worldspawn

[FalseSymmetry] will do

"Keralis!" Zedaph's elytra beats as he lands, feet digging into the sand. "Is he okay?" Keralis nods. Xisuma's head is resting in his lap. The admin's eyes are closed as he breathes slowly. His expression is relaxed. It's a good sight to see. The spawn island is lit up well, but Keralis keeps his eye on the surrounding oceans.

"He's sleeping," Keralis says, messing with strands of brown hair. "I don't think I'm strong enough to move him on my own." Zedaph drops onto the sand next to them, crossing his legs. There are still bright particles floating off him, his eyes fully purple. "What about you, Zee?" Zedaph seems to notice Keralis's focus, ducking away to hide his eyes.

"Um, not the best. That kind of sucked. But, it worked, and that's what matters!"

"Make sure you look after yourself, too," Keralis tells him. "Fighting the server's code isn't easy." Zedaph laughs, resting on his hands.

"Can say that again. Forgot we have anti-enderman griefing." Keralis cringes, realising why Zed looks so much like he might collapse. It'll pass, but it's never fun to go against programming like that. The architech trio arrives next. All of them look relieved to see the three on the island.

"Oh, Zedaph, I have your stuff." Mumbo starts emptying it out, the few things Zedaph couldn't fit in an ender chest. Zedaph smiles, tugging his helmet on and feeling a lot more comfortable. He tries not to meet anybody's eyes.

"Tango and False will be on their way. They're just checking everything's good," Grian tells them, hands moving quickly as he talks.

"Should we try moving X somewhere safer?" Iskall suggests. "The shopping district isn't that far."

"If you're willing to boat him." Keralis is firm. "I don't want him dropped in the ocean."

"I swear nothing will happen to him under our watch." Grian puts his hand on his heart. Iskall and Mumbo nod in agreement.

"It'll be the safest boat journey on the server." Iskall's hands are on his hips. Keralis tilts his head up.

"Look into my eyes and nothing but my eyes, if anything happens to my Shishwamy, I will not hold back." The architechs look suitably threatened.

"Can I boat with someone?" Zedaph asks. "I nearly crashed so many times flying over here."

"Hop in the back of mine!" Iskall calls, placing one in the water. Grian plucks Xisuma into his arms, carrying him to the edge of the water. He sets the admin in the boat before climbing in himself. Keralis checks him over before nodding and allowing Grian to keep him.

"I've told the others to meet us there," Mumbo says. "I'm going to fly across and see where's best to bunker down. I think we could all use some sleep."

Zedaph looks at the moon hanging overhead, "Yeah, I think we could."

[MumboJumbo] we're heading to the shopping district.

[FalseSymmetry] thats a good plan

[MumboJumbo] any idea who's shop we could stay in?

[FalseSymmetry] my dimension shop is pretty empty

[FalseSymmetry] plenty of room for some beds. pretty warm.

[Tango] we'll get it set up for you

[MumboJumbo] ok. ill protect the others

[Keralis1] so will I.

The first thing Xisuma picks up on is the talking. He stays still, trying to tell if his brain is playing tricks on him after so long in the nothing. His body is like a rock. He's barely able to move. His lungs still ache and it takes some conscious effort to continue breathing. He blinks his eyes open, wincing at bright lights. Light. There's light. He rolls forward, a sob leaving his lips before he can catch it.

"Xisuma, hey, hey." The voice is soft, casting a shadow over him. Xisuma forces his eyes open now the worst of the brightness is blocked out. Keralis is crouching in front of the bed. His fingers gently brush across Xisuma's cheek. For once, Xisuma doesn't feel the dried tears that had become his constant. "You're okay, you're safe. We got you." Xisuma takes a shaking breath in, squeezing his arms to feel the pressure of his own touch.

"Do you want your helmet?" He flits to look at False. The mere sight of his helmet is overwhelming. He reaches out and wraps it close to his chest. Keralis laughs gently, scratching through Xisuma's hair. The admin sighs, his eyes slipping closed once more.

"There you go." He can hear the smile in Keralis's voice. "We've got you, right here." The sound of movement. Cracking his eyes open reveals False sitting in front of the bed, weaving her hand into Xisuma's. He squeezes it gently.

"You're in my shop, in the shopping district," she tells him. "It's past midnight. You're completely safe here. We've got things sorted, there's nothing you need to worry about." A tear slips from his eye. Keralis wipes it away.

"What happened?" He can't make his voice louder than a whisper, and even that hurts.

"Something went wrong with the world reload," False tells him. He can trust her not to sugarcoat things. "We all had a few bugs, but the chunks around you glitched out badly. Created a bunch of like... Invisible blocks, but they were visible, if you get what I mean? They weren't fully there. Ugh, Tango's better at all this technical stuff." Xisuma tries to peer around for him, but the light still hurts if he looks for too long.

"You were stuck in a bunch of them," Keralis finishes. "We didn't realise until you starved and got stuck in a death loop. I'm really sorry, Xisuma."

"We broke your bed to get you out. Well, Zedaph did. The others got him close enough then Tango and I fixed the area. It's all sorted." Xisuma forces his sluggish brain to put the pieces together. He didn't dream up that enderman sound. That was-

"He's over there, sleeping. Tango's with him." Keralis points at a bed nearby. Tango's back blocks any sight of their part Ender friend, but Xisuma can see purple particles floating into the air. A concerning amount of them.

"What did Zed do?" He asks, the vice around his lungs tightening in concern.

"Um," Keralis answers, False looking at him. "He mentioned fighting the anti-enderman griefing code? So I think he picked the bed up." Xisuma's stomach drops. He tries to push himself up but collapses onto his back again.

"Hey, X, careful," False warns. Her voice is stern but Xisuma shakes his head.

"No- I-" He shuts his eyes, fighting off disorientation. "The server's going to keep fighting him. I've got to reset it." False helps him sit up, but she still watches him with concern. He picks up his helmet, pulling it on and relaxing slightly as all the displays flicker to life. Now when he looks at Zedaph he can see the extent of the damage. His very code seems to be fighting itself. "Help me up?"

False gets an arm around his chest. He ends up leaning his weight against her to stand, his legs shaking. She's firm, grip only tightening to accommodate his need. Keralis hovers nearby, ready to jump in if he has to. They take slow steps across the room. Xisuma strains to see under the light, but the tint of his helmet helps. He can see the architechs sat nearby, watching without any attempt at discretion.

Tango looks up as they approach. Xisuma can see the resignation on his face.

"This isn't going to fix itself, is it?" He asks. His hand in clasped tightly in Zedaph's, whose usually bright expression is twisted in pain. His skin is all too pale, black freckles spreading into larger patches across his face. He doesn't open his eyes, not even as Tango moves so Xisuma can sit down. The grip on each other's hand remains tight.

"I need to reset the code that's attacking him," Xisuma explains. His words have a tired slur he can't quite hide. "I'm gonna write an exception, I can't believe I haven't already just- not right now. Don't wanna do it wrong."

"Xisuma, it's okay." Tango smiles, pinched but genuine. "I'm sorry you need to do this." Xisuma shakes his head.

"It's nobody's fault," False says, "Do what you need to do, X. Then you're going back to bed." Keralis hums in agreement. Xisuma laughs softly as the command screens in his helmet boot up.

He zones out the others around him, leaning on Keralis's shoulder when his friend perches beside him. He scrolls through information as he brings up Zedaph's data on one screen. With one eye on it, he unlocks the data packs, searching through them. He gives voice instructions with his microphone muted to the outside world. Finding the pack he needs, he disables it and checks Zedaph's data. It looks like his code is straightening out again. Thank goodness. He makes sure all activity is deactivated before he turns the pack back on.

"That should do it," he mumbles, before realising his microphone is still off. He reactivates it before repeating himself.

"Maybe you should teach us a bit more sometime," False squeezes his shoulder, helping him up. Xisuma slings his arm over False with a nod. That would be good.

"Thank you, X." Tango smiles. He rubs his thumb across Zedaph's hand. The ender hybrid has relaxed, face slack. It looks like he's properly sleeping now. Xisuma can finally rest.

"Come on. Don't you fall asleep here, I don't want to carry you across." Xisuma hums, too tired to commit to any words. Before he knows it, he's sitting down on the comfortable bed again.

"Shishwam, lemme get your helmet." Xisuma nods, tilting his head up so Keralis can unlatch it and bring it off. His head rolls onto his shoulder the moment it's gone. Keralis giggles, ruffling his hair. "Come on, sleepy time." False lies him down, his helmet tucked safely in his arms. Keralis's hand slips into his. Xisuma shuts his eyes, before blinking them open again.

"Stay?" He asks, too tired to worry about being needy. He doesn't want to be alone in that darkness again.

"Of course," False replies.

"We're not going anywhere," Keralis adds. Xisuma smiles at them both, eyes slipping closed. The darkness is manageable with his friends by his side.

"Don't you dare wake them up," False hisses, watching as Grian and Iskall play with redstone. The morning sun is beginning to shine through the cracks in the windows. She's exhausted, having only caught a quick nap. Keralis is asleep next to Xisuma, sitting on the floor with his head resting on the bed. Tango's slid into bed beside Zedaph, holding him close to his chest. Mumbo's dead to the world across the room.

"We won't!" Grian calls, trying to figure out the game he could make out of this mechanic. Iskall has a Statues book open, an armour stand sat in front of a piston.

"You know, this would be a lot easier if the two people who have done this with armour stands were helping," Iskall points out, flicking through the pages.

"We're fine, it's part of the adventure!" Grian watches as the piston shoots the armour stand across the room. False smiles, leaning back against the bed. Some of the other hermits have been coming online with the early morning. Thankfully, they don't seem to know about everything that went down yesterday. It's best things are quiet for Xisuma whilst he rests. She's sure he’ll tell them about it. She'll make sure he does.

As the sun grows higher with the dawn, she dozes off again. Grian is yawning, him and Iskall only catching a few hours of sleep. He's still buzzing with activity. He'll crash later, easy enough.

It's to this quiet atmosphere that Xisuma wakes up. Iskall and Grian are still experimenting. Grian’s laughter rings out as the armour stand bounces in the air. The beat of the piston is monotonous, but they're nearly falling over each other at the sight. Xisuma watches with a soft smile, eyes barely opened.

"It we got one on top, do you think it would-" Grian holds his hand up, demonstrating an armour stand shaking up and down aggressively. Iskall chuckles, shaking his head.

"It's only the morning, we don't need to break physics yet."

"It's for science," Grian protests. He sounds breathless, half-delirious with his need for sleep.

"Please don't make me do work," Xisuma whispers, all too aware of the sleeping hermits around him. Grian perks up, Iskall turning to him with a grin.

"'Suma!" Iskall calls. Xisuma smiles at both of them, making no attempt to move. He's comfortable here and he doesn't want to wake his friends.

"Exy-Suma!" Grian slides across, leaving a gap from the sleeping hermits. Iskall stands by his side, resting his hand on Grian's shoulder. "How are you feeling?" Xisuma wraps his arm tighter around his helmet.

"Not the best, my friend," he answers honestly. "But I'm certainly better than before."

"Well, we'll just have to make that even better then." Grian is committed to the cause now. He's going to make Xisuma's day.

"You don't have to rush back into things," Iskall says, offering a smile. "I'm sure we can handle ourselves today."

"I don't think I'm getting out of this bed anytime soon." Xisuma looks down at Keralis, dark hair brushing Xisuma's chest plate. False is asleep slouched in the chair beside him. Even without being able to see the other occupants of the room, he can still tell they're sleeping. "Feels a bit weird not going for a jog at this time, though."

"I'm sure your legs won't wither away after one morning, X," Iskall jokes. "Be lazy like the rest of us." Grian grins.

"We could always play some mini-games later, too!" Xisuma laughs, stretching as much as he can without shifting Keralis. He's beginning to regret sleeping in his armour, but it's too late now.

The three chat with each other, Xisuma offering advice now he's awake. They're gradually building up a system to launch the armour stand across the room. Sure, they'll have to clean it all up later, but it passes the time and it makes them laugh. Hearing Xisuma laughing is good for all three of them, despite the roughness reminding them of last night's ordeal. It's safe to say that nobody envies Xisuma's experience.

The three jump at a strange, shrill noise, until the realisation kicks in. Zed is sitting up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Hair is falling into his face, ruffled from sleep. Tango remains slumped against him. He even rolls into the warmth Zedaph leaves behind. It takes a few seconds until the hybrid notices his audience. Zedaph jumps, smiling sheepishly.

"Oh, hi, sorry! Forgot I wasn't alone." His eyes are glowing brightly in the morning light. He looks down at the arm lazily clinging to his waist. "This oaf is used to it."

"No, no, you're okay," Xisuma tells him. False is stirring beside him, blinking to life, but Keralis remains out. "How are you feeling?" Zedaph taps his chin, resting his finger on his lip.

"Pretty well-rested, actually." Then his attention turns to Xisuma. "What about you? I should be asking you that question!" Xisuma laughs, flexing his fingers against his helmet.

"I'm okay. Taking it easy." He tilts his head towards Grian and Iskall. "Whether I like it or not, it seems."

"Too right," False agrees, yawning. "T'others can handle admin duties for today. You're ours."

"Is that a threat?"

"We can make it one!" Iskall tells him, his voice a lot more cheerful than the implication of his words. "We just need a good leash-"

"Oh absolutely not! Don't you dare!" Keralis pokes his head up next to him, trying to tune into the conversation. Zedaph laughs from across the room. He's tugging a bleary Tango to rest on his shoulder so he can wrap the blanket around them both.

"Oh come on, X, it'll be fun!" Grian wraps his arms around Iskall's shoulders. Xisuma shakes his head.

"You two are terrible. Absolutely terrible. Goodness me."

"I'm sure X will agree to take a day off willingly," False says, sounding far too threatening as she rubs sleep from her eyes.

"I already agreed. No leash required!"

"Why are we talking about leashes?" Keralis finally asks, looking more confused than anything. They break down into laughter.

[Grian] hello everyone

[iskall85] HALLO!

[iskall85] we are stealing your admin for the day!

[Grian] yeah he's ours.

[falsesymmetry] x had a rough night so he's having a day off

[falsesymmetry] so if any admins besides tango, x and i could step up please?

[cubfan135] yeah I'm on it.

[joehillssays] of course, and send our well wishes to our dear admin!

[Xisuma] your dear admin thanks you :-)

[Xisuma] please try not to break anything

[Etho] have a fun day lol

[joehillssays] don't make us lock you out of your screens, x!

[Keralis1] Nothing will get past us.

[iskall85] he's been suitably threatened.

[Renthedog] Should uh... We be concerned?

[Grian] about x-i-sooma finally getting a break?

[falsesymmetry] he's in safe hands. promise.

"Should we get this day started?" Tango asks. Grian is about to answer, only to yawn. He covers his mouth, face turning red.

"Another hour of sleep first?" False suggests. They look around the room, everyone in varying states of awareness.

"It never hurt anyone." Iskall shoves Mumbo over, fitting into bed beside him. "See y'all in an hour." Keralis smiles at Xisuma. He bumps their heads together.

"You deserve a break without being traumatised first, you know that Shishwamy?" He checks. Xisuma laughs, pressing their foreheads together.

"Yeah, I know." He leans back. "And I think I've got some good friends to remind me." False pats his back, getting comfortable enough to doze off again.

"And don't you forget it." Xisuma looks around the room. The architechs are fighting over the bed, Tango and Zedaph curled back up on theirs. He smiles, the fear from last night already on its way to being a distant memory.

"Don't think I can."

#hermitcraft #xisuma #falsesymmetry #keralis #grian #iskall85 #tangotek #zedaph #feel like mumbo's role is too minor to tag him lmao #my writing #this fic took so loooong #but i wanted to get it done #more brain space for my other projects

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ryosei-hime · 3 years

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Sex and Therapy: The Mending

Cog begins the extensive repairs on Fizz and Concord grapples with the fear and rage battling for his attention. Waiting for the new episode slowed me down in writing this one as I was way to excited to be too productive. Also available on AO3.

Concord burst into Cog’s apartment without knocking. He’d run the whole way and fell several times on the stairs. His knees were skinned, the thin pajama bottoms he’d thrown on ripped, and he clutched a blanket around his shoulders. He hadn’t the patience for a shirt but still tried to retain some sense of modesty in his panic.

He found Cog elbow deep in Fizz’s chest already. He ran to his other side which gave him a good view of his crumpled chest plate. He put his hands to his mouth as he kneeled beside him. He had blood on his face and for a moment Concord forgot it couldn’t be his own.

“Fizz! Oh, Fizz, no.”

Tears were already streaming down his cheeks. One of Fizz’s arms had clearly been broken, longer than normal as he brought the hand up to Concord’s cheek. His thumb tried to wipe away the tears there, but it seemed glitchy in its movements.

“No crying.”

Concord grasped the hand on his cheek and hid his face in the palm. He couldn’t stop the tears. He’d been so afraid Fizz would be hurt while working and now it had come true. He knew it would and he’d let him go out there every night just because he’d been depressed.

“Who did this?” Concord sobbed. “Who hurt you?”

“Can’t say. Confidentiality.”

Concord’s eyes dried up suddenly and widened. Him. He’d kill him! Pure rage washed away the guilt that had been threatening to eat him alive, a dark overlay of a cross shape in his pupils as the wrath imp in him came to the forefront.

“Tell me where this happened!”

Fizz shook his head softly.

“You can’t fight him. Look what he did to me. And, Concord, he has my paperwork. He still...technically owns me.”

“No one owns you!”

Fizz’s eyes flickered and Cog pulled her arms out of his chest.

“Concord I need you to...just go make some tea or something. I need to concentrate!”

Fizz smiled at him.

“Go on, baby. Cog’ll fix it.”

Concord let the anger seep from his limbs, the rage in his eyes abating. It left him tired and scared. He kissed Fizz’s hand and reluctantly released it.

“I love you. Please be okay.”

“I love you, too, my sweet Concord.”

Concord pulled himself away and did as he’d been told. He puttered around in the kitchen but never got around to making the tea. He just watched the water boil down to nothing and eventually turned the stove off. He paced back and forth, absently wandering back towards the living room from time to time. Cog told him to get out each time without taking her eyes off her work. He felt like a puppy being scolded.

After hours of work, Cog met him in the kitchen. He tried to run by her and to Fizz’s side, but she grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him back.

“Wait, Concord. I need to talk to you.”

Concord’s face screwed up in agony as he backed up and fell into a chair. Oh, no. He knew that tone. Something bad had happened. He’d died.

“He’s alive,” Cog stated pointedly, recognizing the fear in his eyes.

Concord choked out the breath he’d held and clutched the blanket to his chest. He tried to give Cog his full attention as she went on, but he also kept trying to peek around her to get a look at Fizz.

“But the damage is extensive. It’s more than just the chest cavity and the arm. A lot of very small, delicate, and important bits got broken when his chest collapsed. It’s gonna take me a while to get him back to full functionality and I don’t know if I’ll be able to find what I need here in the Pride Ring. I won’t get technical but there’s a very important piece that needs replaced as soon as possible. It regulates his power source. He’ll be experiencing power drops and surges. If he doesn’t respond, he’s not dead. Don’t panic.”

Concord pulled the blanket up to his mouth at that.

“But what if he...does just. Shut off and doesn’t wake back up because I can’t tell the difference between a power drop and...and….”

“Calm down. I’ll show you how to check. But, Concord, you should know, there is the risk that his system does a factory reset with all the fluctuations he’ll be experiencing. And if it does...he won’t remember you.”

Concord felt the tears spilling down his cheeks again, a hollow feeling digging out his insides. He darted around her and she didn’t try to stop him this time. He rushed to kneel beside Fizz once more, taking his hand. He tried to get his tears under control and put on a brave face.

“See,” Fizz said, smiling up at him. “Cog’s got everything under control.”

Concord nodded, fighting back more tears. Fizz had so much confidence in Cog. He thought of her as some kind of miracle worker. But no matter how good a mechanic she was, she couldn’t do everything. Her resources were dictated by their location and their status. He knew how being an imp could limit your business.

“Did Cog tell you anything about your condition?”

He shook his head.

“Okay. You’re….you’re going to have some power surges and drops, she said. And there’s parts you need that will be hard to get. But you’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. We’ll get you fixed up.”

Fizz squeezed his hand.

“I know, baby. I’m not worried.”

Concord wanted to yell that he should be. Things were so bad. And he was so scared himself. And so angry. He rubbed his face against the back of Fizz’s hand, letting the anger pull him back up from the sea of despair that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Fizz, I need to know who he is. You have to find a way to tell me.”

“No.”

His voice was sharp.

“Please, Fizz. He can’t get away with this.”

“Oh, he didn’t. I bit that bastard’s nasty dick before I got away.” His teeth were particularly sharp as he grinned evilly, blood still staining them. “Hope the fucker bleeds to death.”

He looked tired suddenly and his eyes began to dim. A power drop! Concord felt his system kick into panic mode.

“Too bad he’s so…..high status….has the best doctor. Probably come out with a bigger dick.”

Even in his panicked state, Concord’s mind filed that clue away. High status meant visibility. He’d be in the public eye. Something to use later. Right now, he had to pay attention to Fizz. He leaned over to kiss him gently on the cheek, a tremble in his voice.

“Don’t go, please?”

“Just tired. Not going anywhere.”

Fizz slipped his hand behind his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. Somehow he missed his lips and ended up sucking on his neck, teeth scraping across the skin lightly. Concord smiled shakily as he gently coaxed him away so he could sit back up.

“You’re determined to bite me no matter what, aren’t you?”

Fizz’s tired eyes glowed a little brighter as a small bit of energy came rushing back.

“Mm hm. My Concord.”

“Oh, is that what that’s about?” Concord joked, trying to keep his own spirits up as well as Fizz’s.

Fizz took Concord’s hand in both of his, fingers sliding up his wrist before bringing it to his mouth. He bit down lightly, pressing his teeth into Concord’s soft skin for a moment before kissing it gently.

“Mine. My beautiful Concord.”

“All yours,” Concord assured him, tears threatening to return. “I’ll always be yours.”

Fizz smiled groggily and pulled him down onto his chest. Concord felt his whole body seize up as he tried not to put pressure on his injuries. Fizz pressed kisses against his horn between assertive murmurs.

“Mine, mine, mine.”

He could see Cog standing in the door of the kitchen wincing as a hand reached futilly towards them. He pushed himself off as delicately as he could.

“We have to be careful of your chest.”

Concord laid down next to him carefully and curled in towards him, hoping that would satisfy him. Fizz tried to turn on his side as well. Cog actually stepped out of the kitchen this time, but Concord sat up to stop him.

“You have to stay on your back for now.”

“Mmm but I wanna fuck ya,” Fizz moped.

Cog blushed and retreated back into the kitchen quickly. Concord laughed a little.

“We’re really getting to the core of your psyche today aren’t we?”

“You’re so cute, it makes me wanna wreck ya.”

Fizz made grabby motions at his face and Concord leaned in to let him have it.

“Is this what every power drop is gonna be like?”

“If you’re lucky, baby.”

Fizz winked at him and Concord had to kiss him again, his own fingers ghosting over Fizz’s cheek to cup his jaw.

“Silly robot.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” Concord whispered, brushing the circle on his cheek with his thumb. “I love you .”

Concord stayed at Fizz’s side, Cog joining them when Fizz’s power had evened back out. Concord was worried that while he witnessed several drops over the next few hours, he wasn’t seeing any of the surges Cog had talked about. Cog was of two minds on this. She agreed it was troubling in that it meant the regulation was skewed dangerously low. But she also had concerns that surges would make him hard to control and he might hurt himself further. Either way, there was nothing they could do about it.

She eventually bid them a good night and headed to bed, leaving Concord some blankets on the couch. But Concord couldn’t find it in himself to leave Fizz’s side. He clung to Fizz’s good arm, eyes locked onto his face, watching for any sign of another power drop. He couldn’t let Fizz out of his sight for even a second. If he looked away, he would die or reset. He knew it. Fizz’s free hand rose to his face, fingers tracing his jaw softly.

“Go sleep on the couch, baby. I’ll be fine.”

Concord shook his head, tears flowing once more just at the sound of his voice. Tears of relief or fear, he wasn’t sure. He pressed his face against his arm.

“No, I want to be with you.”

“You need to sleep.”

“I can sleep here.”

“You know you won’t.”

Concord was surprised to find his arm coiling around him. He lifted him and brought him close enough to kiss before depositing him on the couch. He even pulled the cover from the back of the couch and tucked him in.

“Goodnight, Concord.”

Before Fizz could even get his arm entirely retracted, Concord hopped off the couch, bringing the blanket with him, and cuddled up to his side again.

“No. I want to be here with you. Please? I’m so scared.”

“Okay,” Fizz sighed, wrapping his arm around him.

He pressed his face against his side gently before hearing a slight shuffle from the hall.

“Get on the damn couch, Concord,” Cog commanded. “What part about not jostling him did you not understand?”

Fizz tried not to laugh, but it got away from him.

“I’ve been overruled.”

Concord pouted as he sat up, keeping his back to Cog.

“Okay, fine.”

He waited until she’d disappeared back down the hall before leaning over to kiss Fizz on the forehead.

“Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You will, I promise.” Fizz ran a hand down his arm.

When Concord woke in the afternoon, he immediately scrambled off the couch and across the floor. He hadn’t actually opened his eyes yet so he didn’t make it far before he cracked his head on the coffee table and had to fall back to nurse his wounds.

“Careful, baby.”

Fizz’s arm wrapped around him and lifted him over the table to place him at his side. The hand came up to check his head as his arm unwound. Concord almost started crying again between the pain and the gentle touch of Fizz’s fingers in his hair. But he held it together, wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

“See,” Fizz assured him as their eyes met. “I’m still here.”

Concord nodded, taking the hand as it slipped from his head and pressing it close to his cheek. He could hear movement from somewhere else and the sound of tools being shifted around. Was Cog up already? Before he could gather the energy or wherewithal to look, she came over with her tools again.

“Outta the way.”

Fizz decided to save Concord the trouble of moving and simply picked him up and placed him on his other side. Cog dropped down next to him and immediately started working again.

“Did you eat?” Fizz asked and Concord was a little surprised to see him do that to someone else.

“No. I can eat later.”

“Eat.”

“Sorry, I’m not Concord. You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Well, it was worth a shot,” Fizz said with a smile. “What are you doing now?”

“Stabilizing some more. Once this is done you can move around again. But only a little. At least enough to get home and sit up.”

“Don’t want me on your floor for another night?”

“Yeah, I’m not interested in babysitting. If you two want to ignore my warnings, you can at least do it where I can’t see you.”

Concord cleared his throat and excused himself, leaving Cog to continue her work. He retreated to the kitchen and sat down at the table, putting his head in his hands. He let himself cry for a bit before wiping his face with his arm and sucking it up again. He had to focus on something else. Something that made him feel like he was getting things done.

He took out his phone and called Lannah.

“Lannah, I need a favor. You know how I always asked you to recycle the magazines from the waiting room? Yeah. I need you to get them from wherever it is you hide them and bring them to me. No, Lannah, I’m not mad. No...Lannah...Lannah! I need them. It’s an emergency. Yes. An emergency that requires a ton of magazines. Thank you. I’ll text you the address. Just bring them when you can.”

Concord hung up and carefully placed his phone on the table, hands shaking. Tears were gathering in the corners of his eyes as he stared down at the picture Fizz had taken of them on the couch. The two of them, smiling, no idea what would happen in a few short hours.

The darkened cross shape slipped into his pupils again. He’d find this monster if it was the last thing he did. He had to appear in some article or news story somewhere over the course of the past six years. If Fizz couldn’t give him the name, even if he couldn’t tell him yes or no, Concord would know when he saw him. He knew the look of trauma well.

Once he’d managed to calm himself down, he returned to Fizz’s side to wait for Lannah, watching Cog work. While she was in there, she also showed him how to check the regulator to make sure it wasn’t dead, though she assured him that was highly unlikely to occur. She seemed to be carefully avoiding any mention of the possibility that he’d reset but they shared a few looks as she skipped around the subject.

Just as she was explaining a more technical aspect that Concord, honestly, wasn’t grasping, there was a knock on the door. Cog looked up in surprise and Concord realized he’d never filled her in on his plan. But she had already moved to answer it before he could speak up. She opened the door to reveal Lannah holding a very large stack of magazines in one hand and a can of soup in the other.

“Hey, did you guys know there’s like a million cans of soup in the stairwell?”

Cog stared for a moment before reaching out and taking it from her slowly, the look on her face saying “don’t you judge me.”

“...Soup is easy and affordable. Who are you?”

Lannah looked her up and down with a smirk and Concord could feel his secretary’s attraction from where he sat. That’s what they needed right now. Although Cog didn’t seem to react to it in the least.

“I’m Lannah. That’s my boss on your floor with his sexbot boyfriend.”

Cog took another long moment to respond as Concord covered his face with his hands.

“I really wish I knew how this became my life.”

Lannah slipped by her with a giggle and let the magazines fall on the floor next to Concord as Cog closed the door.

“There’s one stack. What do you need these for anyway?”

“Identification.”

Concord held up the first magazine so Fizz could see it and pointed to the cover, finger landing right in the eye of Lucifer himself. Fizz gave him a tired look.

“Concord, I did not belong to the King of Hell.”

“I’m not skipping anyone,” he replied. “I’d die trying, but I’d still try.”

Fizz reached out to hold Concord’s chin in his hand, bringing his face down to better stare into his eyes.

“That’s sweet, baby, but don’t be crazy.”

Concord kept his face serious as he opened the magazine and pointed at the next famous demon without even looking, eyes locked onto Fizz’s. But Cog snatched it from his hands before Fizz could respond. Concord’s eyes snapped to her in shock.

“Do you mind if I finish what I’m doing first?” Cog demanded. He could see she’d been pushed to her limits and shrank from her a bit. “You know, the life-saving stuff? It’s bad enough we can’t get the regulator in the pride ring. Who knows when I’ll be able to get it, and the longer it takes, the more dangerous this becomes. You’d think you’d be a bit more concerned with his survival than your revenge.”

Concord’s cheeks colored as he bit his lip and tried not to look at anyone. Cog had never gone off like that before, and Concord felt bad that he’d pushed her this far. She was also right. And now he felt ashamed of himself. How had he let his priorities get so skewed?

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Cog. I’m not thinking straight.”

Cog settled down next to Fizz to finish her work without responding and an awkward silence fell over the room.

“I have a car, you know,” Lannah spoke up suddenly. All eyes turned to her. “If you need to go to another ring to pick something up, I can drive you.”

Concord wanted to agree immediately, but he looked over at Cog as she closed Fizz back up, a tired look on her face. She sighed and sat back.

“If we leave soon, we can probably be back in three days.”

“Thank you, Cog, thank you.” Concord grabbed her hands but released them immediately. He didn’t think Cog appreciated her personal space being violated.

“It’s fine. I don’t want this idiot to die either.” Fizz stuck his tongue out at her playfully. “All right, Lannah. Go pack a bag and we’ll drop these two off on the way out.”

Lannah gave Cog a wink and a couple of finger guns before hurrying out the door. Concord could see a shadow of confusion on the mechanic’s face, but it was overtaken with exhaustion as she stood. Fizz sat up and as Cog headed for her room to pack a bag, he stretched his arm out to grab her wrist.

“Eat.”

Cog sagged visibly before turning towards the kitchen instead.

“Fine. I’ll have some damn soup.”

Fizz smiled and Concord watched him with a gentle expression. He’d gotten so good at taking care of people. It made him happy to see it wasn’t just him that Fizz cared about that much. Concord put his arms around his neck and fell into him now that it was safer to do so. Fizz wrapped him up in the coils of his good arm and pressed his face into the hair between his horns.

#Helluva Boss #Robo Fizz #Robo Fizz Helluva Boss #RoboFizzxOC #myfanfics #stuffididmyself

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magnus-sm-writes · 4 years

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Character Intro: Lucy

(Image IDs: On top is a gif of the word “Lucy” four times, glitchy like an old VCR. In the middle are two outlines of a silhouetted man in dark clothes with colorblocked outlines behind him, set against a red background the reads “Lucy” on repeat. On the bottom, in similar fashion to the top gif, reads “ruler of hell”.)

Welcome to Lucy.

(Image ID: a well-groomed, heavily-tattooed Asian man looks off to the side with disinterest, set against a red background. The picture is against a gray background with dark diagonal slices running across it.)

The original Fallen Angel, Lucy has always had a hatred for PARADISE and all it stands for. When his husband, Ambiel, is threatened with Falling-- the worst thing to happen to an angel--, Lucy knows he has to assist, and not just to spite the place that did him dirty.

Unlike the usual smear campaign PARADISE loves to advertise, Lucy’s not terrible. Lucy tries to be a better person than you’d think he is. He tries to rule over INFERNO with more benevolence than God rules over the Earth with. But don’t mistake Lucy for a “good guy”-- he prefers to rule by fairness. Really, the only being who would call him anything close to “good” (without the modifier of “at his job”) is his husband, Ambiel, who he would 100% kill for at any time.

Lucy’s grown quite a bit from who he used to be, and he’s proud of it. Why wouldn’t he be? It’s his favorite sin, after all, and he deserves it. He wears pride the way people wear Prada: with elegance, like it’s a second skin.

APPEARANCE

(Image ID: a different version of the last image: a well-groomed, heavily-tattooed Asian man looks off to the side with disinterest. The picture is much darker and flipped so he looks in the opposite direction. Behind him, there are two different outlines of his silhouette in different shades of red. Perhaps he is brooding?)

Lucy considers himself to be terribly handsome, something that almost everyone agrees with, consciously or not. Short and dark skinned, with sharp cheekbones and a prominent nose, he’s a bit of a heartthrob, in a very intense and punk way. He’s covered in tattoos that never seem to go out of style, and not like Taylor Swift. But there are still things about him that don’t seem... quite right. Is it the light, or are his eyes shining red? Are his teeth that sharp? His sparks strike from his fingers as he snapped just then? Can anyone really be that elegant in a ripped Black Flag t-shirt and jeans more tears than denim? Is it possible?

It’s probably your imagination. Probably.

PLAYLIST

Temple Priest (feat. Paul Wall & Kota the Friend) - MISSIO

Oh, you lost? Well, I’m lost, too

Fallin (Temptation) - grandson

Anarchist - YUNGBLUD

Twisted - MISSIO

Despicable - grandson

The boy who fell into the sky

Bad Reputation - Adelitas Way

Middle Finger - Bohnes

Darkside - grandson

Bury Me Face Down - grandson

Dangerous - Royal Deluxe

I’ll have you beggin’ for mercy, beggin’ for mercy, oh!

Die Trying - New Medicine

Riot Rhythm - Sleigh Bells

Little Poor Me - Layto

Call Me Devil - Friends in Tokyo

I ain’t no angel / Don’t got no halo

Despicable - Acoustic - grandson

Start a Riot - Duckwrth, Shaboozey

Who in here tryin’ start a riot?

EXCERPT

Lucy blazes as he walks, scorches the ground beneath him. He’s one of those people who has a voice made for a revolution, to whom destruction is attracted to like a flame to dry brush. One spark— one little, off-hand remark— and it all goes up in flames. And who’s standing in its epicenter? The pyromaniac himself.

It’s rather unfortunate to be a spark surrounded by such volatile material. You can only blaze for so long before you burn out, but oh, does he blaze brilliantly.

His words go up like smoke, clogging the mind and sky as a reminder that he’s here, as though anyone could ever forget. Sparks jump from his fingers as he commands millions, stands in front of them and lights their tinderbox hearts. He looks so proud to stand there upon his throne of ashes, with a crown of flames, so tempting to follow like a comet’s burning tail.

He still looks so perfect outside of fire. An ember should never look at home in water, yet Lucy can blend in with the masses, quiet and undetected but still there, a static shock waiting for destruction.

And when it all goes up in flames? Lucy will light a cigarette off the fire.

#character intro #lucy #my character #writeblr #original character #i just love this man so much

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archadianskies · 4 years

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slivers and shards

→ on Ao3

@dbhrarepairs Wednesday Day 3: Soulmates / Glitch; post-revolution Connor/Daniel

When he’s brought back from the dead, there’s something wrong something off something not quite right; there’s a glitch in his system. There’s a critical oversight buried under the relief of waking up again and shoved to the furthest recesses of his mind.

His name is Connor, the Deviant Hunter turned deviant saviour who asked personally for his reactivation and release. The world has changed so drastically in the last three months and he is old news, forgotten dust left in the wake of a revolution and trodden underfoot.

The Sentient Life Act passed on December 1 means all crimes committed by and against androids are pardoned and society begins anew. By the grace of the Jericho Four he is granted a new life. Why and for what purpose he doesn’t know.

“That android you met on the rooftop, that wasn’t me.” Connor tells him on the morning of his reactivation, face earnest. “That was CyberLife. I would like a chance to start over with you, Daniel. You don’t even have to be Daniel if you don’t want. We can choose for ourselves now.”

“I want to be Daniel.” The words tumble out of his mouth and he clutches his name like a rope to a drowning man. “She gave me my name. I want to keep it.” It’s all he has of her now, and it’s all he knows.

>Add family?: Y/N

>>N

“Okay Daniel.” Connor’s smile is gentle and pitying and he hates it. He hates that he doesn’t really hate it. It’s just a glitch, that infuriating glitch in his head that makes him yearn to belong.

It must be some sick experiment run by CyberLife, sending their negotiator to greet him with smiles and encouragements and expecting him to yield. And yield he does, because the glitch in his system means he hangs onto every scrap of kindness, every tidbit of praise like the good little PL600 he is.

Connor has family, something Daniel thought he once had. He has a human father, an android brother, and a dog. He belongs to them and they belong to him, and the circle is complete and Daniel looks at it from the outside wishing he were in.

There is no family to be found at Jericho, not when others despise him for so suddenly shining a light on deviancy. The light had certainly not been flattering.

“This is Simon, the original founder of Jericho and one of the Jericho Four.” Connor introduces them one day and Daniel looks back at his own face though Simon looks infinitely more exhausted.

“A brother, Connor?” Simon’s smile is tired but genuine as he clasps Daniel’s hands. “You’ve brought me a brother.”

There are eighteen other PL600s in Jericho, excluding Simon himself and Simon’s lips quirk briefly when he declares that he now will even out the number to a nice rounded twenty. That’s all the PL600s left in Detroit city. Twenty.

Their line is obsolete, weak, slow, not worth saving and after Daniel’s stint on television though there was no official recall apparently waves and waves were returned and destroyed. He is responsible for the death of their brothers. Just another critical error stacked atop the glitches that make up his mind.

Simon sees the weariness on his face, a face like his own, and takes him home away from the open hostility at Jericho. Daniel meets Markus Manfred, the leader of the revolution; one of a kind Kamski masterpiece, and adopted by a human father and human brother.

Here too, Daniel is on the outside looking in. Simon is kind and lovely and patient and all the things Daniel doesn’t deserve, and for all his kindness and loveliness and patience Daniel does not belong here.

>Add family?: Y/N

>>N

“What will you do with your new life?” Connor asks one day, and they are walking through the rain sharing an umbrella wandering aimlessly through Hart Plaza for the sake of aimless wandering.

“I don’t know.” Daniel answers. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I want to know.” Connor’s smile is sheepish and apologetic. “I guess it’s penance owed.”

“You put Emma’s life above mine. You did the right thing, you made the right call.” Daniel sighs and he is too tired for this. “You owe me nothing, Connor.”

“Perhaps.” Connor nods. “But I want to help. We’re allowed that now, Daniel. We can want things.”

“I don’t know what I want.” He does know, though. He wants his old life back. He wants to hold Emma’s hand when they cross the road. He wants to help her with her homework. He wants to bake her favourite cookies and sneak her an extra one before dinnertime. He wants to read her bedtime stories and tuck her in and kiss her brow goodnight. He wants to be needed and loved and he can’t have that ever again. Glitchy androids aren’t useful to anyone.

Family: Emma Phillips

>Remove family?: Y/N

>>Y

Family: None

“Daniel…” Connor’s voice is soft with concern, his touch softer as he rests his other hand on his arm.

“I don’t want to be alive. That’s what I want.” He hisses through gritted teeth, and the tears slip down his cheeks and he’s furious and frustrated. “I can’t stand to be awake in a world that makes no sense to me. You drag me out here and talk about new life and second chances and wanting, and all I want is the darkness you put me into in the first place.”

“No.” Connor shakes his head. “That’s not what you want.”

He wants to scream, he wants to shout that Connor couldn’t possibly know a single thing about him, that what he wants is for all this to go away and yet all he does is stand there and cry. Slowly, as if afraid to startle him, Connor steps close and wraps his arms around him and Daniel cries and cries and cries.

“It’s alright,” Connor murmurs, squeezing him close. “We can figure it out together.”

He finds new purpose in a small bakery in Greektown, a place called Essie’s. He bakes Emma’s favourite cookies and the baker Mrs Esselthorpe, an ageing woman with kind eyes and gnarled hands, finds they are her favourite too.

There’s no need to interact with humans or androids who would recognise him since he stays out the back by the ovens. The way the dough forms and rises and bakes fills him with a sense of accomplishment and pride and the empty trays are congratulations on a job well done. He bakes cookies and croissants and finds fulfilment in the steady routine.

They are...peace offerings, in a way; paper bags warmed by freshly baked cookies and given with the hopes they will enjoy his creations and by extension his company. Leo declares his undying love for them through a mouthful of his fifth cookie, spraying crumbs everywhere as Simon sighs indulgently and North snorts through a laugh as Josh hands him a napkin. Carl dips one into his afternoon tea and eats it slowly, complimenting him on the use of spice within the dough.

“You and Simon make the most delicious cookies. Must run in the family.” Carl winks, and he quickly turns his head so his red LED can’t be seen and commented upon. Family . There’s that word again.

He bakes two sets of cookies next, one for human consumption and the other for canine consumption. Hank gives a surprised, amused laugh as they watch Sumo enthusiastically tuck into the dog biscuits. He fixes Daniel a curious look.

“Anyone invent a way for you boys to eat these too? Seems a shame you can’t enjoy them.” He dunks the cookie into a glass of milk and chews thoughtfully, closing his eyes for a moment to savour the taste. “Can’t remember the last time I ate a freshly baked cookie.”

“We can consume a small amount to analyse the composition of ingredients.” Ronan informs him, picking up a cookie and sniffing it. “Domestic androids have taste receptors too, used for adjusting foods to their family’s liking.”

Connor plucks the cookie from his brother’s hand and nibbles on it, LED swirling yellow.

“Well Daniel, perhaps next time use less vanilla, and add hazelnuts along with the milk chocolate chips.” He shoots his father a grin. “One of Hank’s weaknesses is Nutella.”

Two months into 2039, and six months after that fated night on the rooftop of the Phillips home the world continues to turn and life continues ever onward. Progress is slow for the Jericho Four but progress is progress and they certainly have more rights now than they ever did before.

Still, there’s a question unanswered: What use is a PL600 with no family to care for? It’s the question that’s plagued his mind ever since reactivation but he realises he’s been approaching it wrong this whole time.

He’s not sure how or why it happens, but slowly, ever so slowly, the urge to return to the darkness ebbs away. It’s small moments, slivers and shards that he gathers in his palms and holds them close. The way Simon treats him like a brother, taking all his sins astride and never breaking step as if they’ve been family all along.

The way Leo Manfred is all black scathing humor much like North, and how those two refuse to let him wallow in the storms of his mind when he could be poking fun at the dark clouds instead.

The way Connor’s brother Ronan meets his snark and scowls with an unflinching expression and witty deadpan delivery. The way Hank always eats his baking leftovers.

The way Mrs Esselthorpe holds his hands and squeezes them at the end of the day before she shuffles off home. The way Connor drops by to buy cookies for the precinct with the money he now legally earns.

The way Connor always asks how he’s doing and seems to genuinely care about the answer. The way Connor waits for him some evenings after work so he can walk him back to his shoebox of a home. The way their hands find each other on one such evening walk home, and Connor’s usual charming puppylike smile is almost shy and hopeful and all the things Daniel doesn’t deserve but wants and yearns for. The way Connor presses his lips to his and it’s a blessing, it’s validation, it’s confirmation the glitch isn’t a glitch at all.

He may not be a part of the Phillips family anymore, and perhaps he never was, but this is his family now.

>Add family?: Y/N

>>Y

#dbhrarepairsweek #dbh connor #dbh daniel #Detroit: Become Human #conniel #annie writes: dbh

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shadowolven · 6 years

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Another building went down.

"Fuck," Katsuki readied himself to hop off the rooftop.

"Wait just a second," said a familiar, distorted voice from behind.

Katsuki whipped around. There, a few meters away from him, was a frail-looking child wearing a bulky collar with a small tablet hanging in front of her chest. On the screen was a glitchy image of a dark moving silhouette. "You," Katsuki hissed, glaring at the screen.

"Yes, it's me. I suggest you hold off on going to that scene if you know what's at stake, Ground Zero," said the garbled voice from the tablet.

Katsuki looked up at the child, who was sniffling and mouthing "help me" as she wiped away the tears streaming down her face. He grit his teeth. "What the hell are you planning, you sick fuck?"

The voice laughed. "Nothing much, really. I just want to see you suffer, and what better way than holding a child hostage while many more citizens are dying, crying out for your help at this very moment?"

Katsuki growled and stepped towards the child. "Show yourself you coward!"

He heard a beep and the child yelped. On the collar, a red light had lit up. Katsuki froze.

"I'd also suggest staying where you are," said the voice. On the tablet, the silhouette looked to be waving something in their hand. "After all, you don't want to see this child blow up before your very eyes, do you?"

Katsuki clenched his fist. "You're scum, you know that?”

"I know," said the villain. "But I'm generous too, you know. I can remotely take off the collar if you're willing to do a simple thing for me."

Katsuki narrowed his gaze. "What is it?"

The villain chuckled and played a short melody that, through the distortion of the speakers, sounded eerie and almost haunting. The child flinched and cautiously extended her arms out, opening up her fists to reveal a pill settled on each of her palms. A red pill and a blue pill.

"A simple one, really. I want you to choose a pill and swallow it."

Katsuki stared at the trembling child's arms for a second before taking another step.

Another beep, and another light on the child's collar lit up. She was biting her lower lip, eyes squeezed shut as if she was expecting the worst.

"You must pick the color first, then you can eat it."

Katsuki growled. "Fine. Blue."

The voice sounded amused. "Alright, the blue pill it is."

The short, creepy tune played again and the child gently rolled the blue pill across the ground. She clutched the red pill in her closed palm again, shaking.

"Now, Ground Zero, eat it."

Katsuki stooped down to pick up the small, blue object. It didn't look like anything in particular, just a blue pill. But knowing this bastard and his petty tricks... It was probably some sort of drug. Something he didn't trust. He glared at the tablet as he placed it on his tongue and closed his mouth.

"Make sure to swallow."

Katsuki didn't take off his deadly gaze as he tilted up his head, making an exaggerated gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down for that sick bastard to look at. He could feel the pill travelling down his esophagus and felt sick that he was even listening to this fuck, but he knew he had to or else...

The child was shaking.

Katsuki opened his mouth and showed that the pill was gone. "There, I fucking ate it. Now let go of the child."

"Sure thing," the voice said, playing the tune once more.

The child looked down at her hand, where the red pill was and froze for a second. After another second of the horrific tune playing out of the tablet speakers, she popped it into her mouth and swallowed. As if on cue, the bulky collar fell off, causing the tablet to crash down onto the cement as well.

"Good job you two. One of the pills is regular syrup, but the other is a fast-acting toxin."

"What?!" Katsuki rushed over to the child, who was shaking and looked like she was ready to pass out.

"Have fun figuring it out,” said the voice, laughing maniacally. “Da Killer, signing out." Then the feed on the tablet turned into static.

Katsuki growled and stomped the device into pieces, permanently silencing that fucker.

"P-please," the child whimpered in his arms, clutching Ground Zero tight. "I just want to go home..."

Katsuki bit his tongue. "You'll be alright, I'm taking you to the hospital right now." He didn't have much time left. If what that fucker said was true, he was probably fine and this child...

He didn't have time to think about it. He leaped off the building with her in his arms.

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"Did you really put a poison in one of those pills?" asked one of the nearby villains.

Da Killer leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his freckled face. "What? No, of course not. I said I was a generous person, wasn't I?" He laughed, pressing a button on the keyboard to switch his monitor to a live-action feed of Katsuki's stressed face. "They were both sugar pills, but seeing the usually prideful Ground Zero all flustered and obeying my every whim? It's perfect."

He stroked the monitor with the back of his hand lovingly. "You'll soon be mine. Isn't that right, Kacchan?"

#bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #kacchan #deku #villain!deku #bnha #mha #shadowolven writes #drabble #tbh this is kinda lowkey spoilers for the first chapter of my villain!au but #honestly am i gonna write that first chapter of the villain au anytime soon? prolly not #and spoilers in the sense of ohey its a villain deku au #but then again wont the tags spoil that ROFL #bleh whatevs #ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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jordanisamazin · 6 years

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The Real Reason Jack wore his Hoodie for One Week

GUYS I KNOW WHY HE WORE HIS PMA HOODIE FOR LIKE A WEEK! (Just a fanfiction one-shot and totally should be working on school and my novel but ehhhh who cares?) Sorry if this story is really long. I wanted to write it though and this idea has been jumping around in my head forever and I FINALLY write it! Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jet lag was no fun, and even the brightest of humans have trouble waking up the next day after a 10+ hour flight. Unfortunately, the ever popular YouTuber Jacksepticeye was no exception to the rule.

Lucky for him, or unlucky maybe, he was in LA preparing to attend VidCon 2018. One of the farthest places he could be from his home back in the United Kingdom. He would have to do this again seventy two hours roughly when he’s back at home.

When the alarm clock started screeching at precisely 7 am, Jack groaned and flopped his hand on the clock to try and make it stop. To his sleepy joy, it shut up and hopefully wouldn’t-

Buzz Buzz.

Oh yeah, he set his phone alarm too. He knew himself too well and would totally fall back asleep once the first alarm clock went off. As much as he would love to ignore VidCon and go back to sleep, his Jacksepticeye fans, his fan-mily needs him. With that in mind, he pulled himself together and sat up.

The worst day is about to happen for Jack’s body. The long stretch of having to be awake after only a couple hours of sleep. Tonight he would sleep longer, but unfortunately that also meant he had to wait until tonight to go back to sleep.

First thing’s first, Jack needed his coffee. The black bean juice was required to start his day now more than ever. Thankfully the hotel he was staying at provided complimentary breakfast: an all you can eat and drink buffet. Man this place was good.

As much as Jack wanted to head down there, he knew, or guessed, there were other people who would recognize him in the hotel, so the succulent black savior would have to wait until after he was presentable. This meant having to do minimal but still required work, but still, it’s the idea that he can’t get a drink yet that makes him a little irritable.

Thankfully, his morning pre-shower stuff was easy. Just wet his hair down and smooth it out so it wouldn’t look like he woke up a couple minutes ago, pull on some day shorts, and, the most hated one of all, take the Pill.

The first two were done within five minutes, and now all he had to do was find his pills bottle. Weird, it’s not where he remembered putting it. He dug around in his overnight bag for a while, the little green canister never showing up, so he resorted to pulling everything out of every crevice and pocket in said overnight bag. Nothing. All that was laid out now was a toothbrush, comb, hand mirror, some cologne, shaving cream, razor, toothpaste, but no green pill bottle.

It has to be somewhere. He thought to himself, dropping his now empty overnight bag into the sink, not even realizing that the leftover drops of water were being absorbed. He shuffled to his suitcase, which he lazily threw into the closet before falling asleep the… couple hours… before.

Ten minutes of unfolding everything and throwing it onto his bed, checking pockets, and frantic looking around, He sat back and looked at the empty suitcase. Robin had come over to pick Jack up to take him to the airport, and he was staying in the hotel room next door right now. Maybe he has seen them?

Well the door conjoining the two hotel rooms was locked and unresponsive from a couple minutes of knocking. Robin must have gone downstairs already. Well shit, what now?

“S̯̭̻̦o͇m̦̺̘̙e̻̭̯t̫h͙͎̯͕̖̫̩i̶̱̮͕n̠̭̘̮͟g̗ ̢̹͈͓͖̝̬w҉̳͎̦r̝̺̗̥̞o̶͔̻̪̭͖ń͖̼̬ͅg̣̮͈̫͔?̳̤̲͙”

“No!” Jack shouted to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. This wouldn’t be happening right now if he didn’t lose his pill bottle.

Never mind the Pill. As long has he keeps up his Positive Mental Attitude, conveniently the thing that he’s been promoting to his family, he should be fine.

He was ready to go and pushed the Pill out from his mind, taking a deep breath, and instead thought about the only liquid he needed through the day.

“Jack!” “Séan!” “It’s Jacksepticeye!” He heard through the buffet lines, and he smiled to himself. It was because of his fans that he was able to do the things that he loves, and he was even excited to meet them!

Breakfast would have only taken a couple minutes, but ended up taking an hour because of all the awesome meets. Jack prided himself for trying to connect with everyone on a personal level and actually felt kind of guilty that he wouldn’t be able to meet everyone.

He also felt bad that he wasn’t able to take any more photos with anyone because he had to go start the day. At the same time, though, he was rather nervous. Hopefully no one would pick it up today, but he couldn’t promise anything. As long has he kept with his PMA, he should be fine.

But what if it happened?

No, Jack wouldn’t let it. In the pile of laundry he pulled out of his suitcase, he found the PMA hoodie that he loved and slipped it on. It seemed to radiate the vibes needed to let him survive through the day.

These upcoming days are going to be hard, as the medication starts to flow out of his system. Every day he has to be more and more cautious.

S̢o̕me͟thi̡n̷g ̷k̵eep͜ing y̨o͢u ̵b͘ac͜k͝ ̴f͏ro͏m̛ admi͟tt͠inģ t̨he̷ t͠ru͜t̡h?̴

There’s nothing keeping Jack back from going to VidCon. This has only happened once before in his life, back when he was in elementary school and he didn’t do the necessary steps when he didn’t take the pill.

Bad times.

Let’s not repeat them.

“Nothing will stop me this time,” Jack said out loud, this time receiving the knock from his conjoined doors. Robin must have been ready to leave.

“Hey Séan! Ready to go?”

~-~-~

The first day of VidCon went great. But now was day two, a totally different day for him to survive, this time it would be harder to survive. Jack was not going to survive.

His booth was today, right after lunch. Everyone would be full and happy when meeting him, so hopefully no one would be snapping at him for this or that because of hunger. That’s what happened a couple times yesterday, but Jack didn’t mind because he knew all too well anger derived from something else.

It was so cool to see everyone walking around as different people from Jack’s creations. Spider-Man was a must-have-photo, and some Spider-Mans actively seeked Jack out for photos. There were some Chase Brody, some Dr. Schniplestein, and even a couple Anti. But those didn’t go over so well.

Any Anti Jack saw that day caused him headaches.

S͘ome̶t̡h́͠i͏n̷͝ģ̕ k̵̡e͜҉è͠͏p̛į͟ǹg ̸y̢͝ou̷͘͞ b͏̕͟a͜ck̷ f͞͞r͘̕͠o̡͏m̨̧͟ ͟͝a͞͞͞d̶̴m͟i҉̨̛t̡ţ̵in͝g̛̛͟ ̶̴̸t̵̡̕h͏e̛͠ ́͡tŕ̕͜u͠t̀h?̸҉

But the PMA hoodie was helping.

After the walking around photoshoots with his family, Jack headed back to set up the booth that he would be at for signings.

m̨̛y̕ ̸tim͘e͡͠ ̸i̢͞ś͡ ̀̕c̵͞òm̴i̴ǹ̛͘g̷͟͏.

That stopped Jack cold. Robin, at the booth with him, turned to Jack. But Jack was frozen in place. Something was happening.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just thought of something I have to do after the booth,” He shrugged it off like everything was fine. Robin believed him and went back to setting up the table. He didn’t know. No one knows. And he didn’t want anyone to know.

The line was forming already, people coming from all over the country to meet Jack. He hugged his hoodie tightly around him. Nothing will happen if he keeps the hoodie on. Nothing will happen.

He meet with his fans, signed posters, offered free PMA pins, and accepted all the gifts that people had made just for him. Nothing but positivity was radiating from the full moment. Jack couldn’t be happier sneaking glances all the things from everyone that they put their hard work and effort in working on just for him.

Everything was running smoothly.

But that’s when it happened.

y͏͏o̧u ̵̨th̛o͜u̶̡͟g͏h̨҉̧t͟ Į ̧̢͏w͢͞o̶̡̢u̧ld͏̢n͝'͝t̶̨҉ ̷̧͟d̸͝o̡̡͡ ̧̨a̡͏n̴̛y̡͡ţhi͘n̶g̢.

Mid-signature, Jack stopped the pen movement. There was a stain, an ink puddle on the poster. It’s ruined now. The girl he was signing it for, no younger than seventeen, didn’t seem to mind the poster, but was more concerned about Jack’s abnormal behavior.

He looked up from the poster to the girl, his expression was bank, eyes were dark. This was clearly not Jack. The girl’s eyes widened, backing up and glancing around her. Was this her fault?

“H̸̛è͡l̷l͡͏o̕͝ ̶͝l̷i̢t͏̨ţl̡͘͘e̡͘ ̢͢͞g̶̛irl̢̀͞.” The voice was glitchy and… Not Jack-like at all.

The girl let out a scream and sprinted from the scene, present and poster forgotten. Everyone in line watched her run, and then turn to Jack. Even Robin turned to Jack, prepared to ask him what the fuck was up with him.

But that wasn’t Jack they were looking at.

“M̵̶̛y ͏͢t́i͠͠m̕͟͠e͝͞ ̶̶h͠҉̕a͘s̴̶̕ ҉͘c͟͟o̴̡m͏̷e̸͜.̶̢͡.̭̯̺̜́” Jack’s glitchy voice spoke, picking the pen up and bringing it to his neck. The pen tried to pierce his neck, but it wasn’t working.

“W҉̴h̶̡ąt̶͞ ͡is͞ ̢h͠҉a҉̴͞p̛p̴en͟͢iņg͜?” Anti asked, looking at the pen.

The body started to thrash around, throwing the table to the floor and the body collapsing and twitching.

“I am stronger than you, that’s why,” Jack mumbled when he was in control for a second, but then there was more thrashing around.

“Y̵̵̶o͜͜u̷͟ ͡ar̵̡e̴̕͜ ̵́ẁ̛̕e̛͘͡a҉̀k̕͟͡!̵͏” Anti spoke when he was in control again.

“Help,” Jack whispered to his fans, who were whispering and staring intently… nervously.

“Jack! You’re amazing! I love your content!” A guy in line called out. Everyone took the hint and started calling PMA stuff to help Jack.

“Jack you’re awesome!”

“Jack I love you!”

“Don’t give up!”

“W͢h҉a͡t ̶̛́a҉͡r̵̢͟e ̵͘ỳ͢o҉́u҉ ͠doin͏g̨?͠” Anti was whimpering, clearly trying to avoid the positivity.

More people were calling and it reached the point where no one could make out whatever it was being said. Jack, through the fight, was smiling. His fans were trying to help him. They weren’t afraid of anything that Jack could give them.

His fans started chanting “Jack” over and over in sync, some unbreakable presents being thrown to him to remind Jack that he is loved.

“POSITIVE MENTAL ATTITUDE!” He called loudly, forcing both fists into the sky, hug his body, and fall unconscious.

The chanting died down quickly as everyone stood, watching Jack’s limp body. It twitched every once in a while. It was Robin who approached him first, to touch his body. Eyes flew open immediately, revealing the dark and bloodshot Anti eyes. One blink, and Jack’s bright, normal eyes were back.

“How long was I out?” Jack mumbled, holding his head.

“Only a few seconds,” Robin replied, offering Jack a hand to stand.

“Jack! Are you okay?” The questions flew from the mouths of people, then falling silent when Jack looked to who was left. There were a lot more people than he thought, but also there weren’t a lot of fans left. Maybe only like a hundred or so?

“I’m fine everyone! Thank you so much for your support!” He genuinely smiled to everyone, surprised the incident didn’t happen for as long as he was expecting it to. “Because of your PMA I was able to put off Anti for another day.”

“What happened exactly?” Someone asked as Jack walked up to the crowd. He was surprised they didn’t back away in fear. Then again, a lot was different than the incident way back in school days.

Jack then went on to explain in short detail how Anti wasn’t just a made up figure in the Jacksepticeye films, but was actually a disease he had. His alter ego is normally locked up with this special medication. He hasn’t forgotten this medication the whole time that he was alive and living with this disease, except for this trip. He would be away from his house for a week and in that week, as long as he kept up his positive mental attitude, he would be able to keep Anti away.

Instead of the Meet Jacksepticeye booth, his fans decided to make it a “Meet Anti” booth for the rest of the week. Jack discovered that if he wore his PMA hoodie the whole week, day in and day out, so if Anti tries to take over the body again, it wouldn’t work.

It wasn’t until the last day of the convention with Jack and his hoodie walking around. It was rather warm, but he didn’t mind. Around midday again, he started to feel sweat collecting on his torso. He wished he could take his jacket off to let himself cooldown.

Wait.

Jack didn’t sweat.

He made a quick turn to go to the bathroom and pulled off the hoodie, revealing his nice white shirt, which was stained with blood.

“Dang, I liked that shirt,” He sighed and took off his shirt as well, revealing the cuts on his body which didn’t seem to hurt at all. He could make out the engraving of “I will be back later” on his abdomen after some studying.

Anti was finally gone from this convention.

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I hope you liked it! I had this idea for a long time and the reference to in school when this happened was a version of this story that I made that I didn’t like enough to go through and edit, but basically it was supposed to be how Anti took over and made it into the school. That didn’t work. I wanted to do this forever, but then I decided that Séan was in his “I fuckin love this hoodie” phase (We all have those moments!) where we refuse to take it off, and I paired it with a convention. I’ve never been to a convention, but I would love to go! I hope you all enjoyed! Now back to my novel!

Stay Awesome~

Jordan <3

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String Stitches - Chapter 4 - Jealous Green Fabrics

I do not own the picture, JuneTheGlassesBearer made this! String Stitches!Error(Flaw) and Shears look so good. And Shears is so tiny compared to Error, it's adorable. This Ship is my OTP and life, no one can say any different! Someone had asked me in my inbox what would Shears make Error to wear, and if Error would wear it. I had asked JuneTheGlassesBearer the question so that I could pass it on, as I can only state that Error would wear anything Shears would make with pride. They told me that Shears would make Error a yukata. So, here is Error - where he is holding hands with Shears - in a male yukata. The one in the corner makes Error look like a ninja as it is not a yukata - which I love! Flaw/Error in Naruto, he would take all the abused children and missing-nin under his wing, making the villages and ninja's so paranoid!

Anyway, I will be using what Error is wearing - where he is holding Shears's hand - in this chapter. Just to give everyone a visual. So, when I say Error is wearing a yukata, he is wearing the one in the picture above.

I just made this ship this month, not even a week ago, and it already has a ship name! DoubleStrings! Here's hoping that many other names come alive and that this ship goes down in history. I ship DoubleStrings (ErrorxShears) too much to even think on stopping this crazy train now!

I also came up with a new nickname for this Error in the story. It used to be Threads, but to me it didn't really fit. It didn't go with the others nicknames, nor is this threadverse - made and owned by JuneTheGlassesBearer - so I wanted to come up with something that went with the others.

Blue Strings of Mercy!Error is Static. Twisted!Error is Glitchy. HWHBB!Error is Erratum. String Stitches!Error is Flaw from now on. The reason I call him Flaw is because he knows he is full of flaws. Shears also has flaws and both are missing pieces and have open spaces to be filled - that are going to be filled in by one another.

I also came up with a nickname for Become Mine And Mine Alone(BMAMA)!Error. His nickname is Delusion. This is for many reasons. Many, many reasons.

The reasons for these nicknames are for me to be able to keep track of them all when I talk about them all. Calling them all Error would be confusing at best, down right headache inducing at worst. It also takes less time this way as I don't have to put the titles with it all, so that everyone can know which Error I am talking about.

On to the chapter! I am filled with MOTIVATION and IMAGINATION!

-Chapter Start-

"thIS ONE iS EcHOtaLE." Error waved his hand, making a portal move to come close to him and Shears, showing a very tall Sans that had cracks on his skull much like Gaster had. "tHE saNS aND GastER fusED togEthER IN tHE 'EcHO' AU'S."

They have been at this for three days. Error showing Shears all the worlds and AU's through his portals. Only pausing to sew and knit together, Error to play some music, or for Shears to sleep. As Error didn't need to sleep, he would either leave the AU to visit others - give the Charas some dolls or checking in on Nightmare's gang - as he had the time for now and come back just after Shears wakes up or just before. It was a nice change for Error, who was used to the endless screaming and destroying. Made him wish he had overdone the destroying before so that he could take a break like this years ago. Thinking on it, Ink would have done something drastic if he did it too many times. Best to think on this option later on to see if it was something he could try more then once.

Shears brightly smiled, standing as close as he could by Error, leaning on him lightly. Error had twitched and glitched, glancing down at him in confusion, but said nothing against it and went on to showing him all the different worlds that the Multiverse had to offer. In one hand, he held the Error doll, the other hand held onto Error's scarf. After realizing his feelings, all Shears wanted to do was be as close to Error as he could. Basking in the feeling of falling in love, something he honestly thought he would never be able to do.

"So many worlds..." Shears muttered before gently smiling up at Error. "It makes my own look so small does it not?"

"yET yOUr'S iS bEttER thEN thEIRs WILL EvER bE." Error scoffed glancing out to the many portals.

Shears blinked, now curious. "Why is that so my dear Error?"

"bEcaUSE yOUR hErE." Error bluntly stated this as a fact, a flash of color catching his eyes. Moving to find the flash, and not seeing how flustered Shears got, a few things happened after Error caught sight of the fast moving colors and found out what it was.

First Error jerked out of Shears hold, eyes burning and forgetting for a moment that all the portals were one way. That they would interact and go through, but the others on the other side can not. "iNK!"

Ink was moving across the AU's at a fast speed. Most likely to check up on all his creations. It took a moment, but Error recalled that Ink can't see him and Shears. Instincts were a hard thing to ignore, especially for Error. He had moved before he knew what he was doing.

Next, because of Error moving so fast, Shears stumbled and about fell. But because of his LUCK stats - which were WAY higher then the average Monster, in fact most likely higher then anyone's - he didn't fall flat on his face. Instead, he caught himself by grabbing onto Error's coat. And as Error is stronger then the average Monster, and Shears is quite smaller then Error, it was a simple thing to do. The only issue, is that this took two hands to do this.

Seeing something else move, Error's head snapped to attention. All Error and Shears could do was watch in shock as the Error doll went flying into a portal.

Error blankly watched it go through, a thud sounding out and a very familiar voice soon calling out. "What the-!?"

'Shit.' Error was just about to look down at Shears and offer to make a new doll. He knew the smaller one favored the doll for whatever reason, so he was just about to get ready to make a new one and that be that.

What he did not expect was to see Shears gunning for the portal, jumping after the doll for all he was worth.

"shIT!" Error cursed, wanting nothing more to start banging his head on the floor. 'Why would Shears do that?! It's just a stupid doll! I can make more and better ones anytime!' Error had a feeling this is was all his fault, because it always was. But there was no time to drown in dark thoughts right now. His presence in the AU is going to cause problems, but he had to get Shears back. Hopefully that certain Monster will know Shears is innocent and not try anything there.

Not even a second later after these thoughts, Error was gone and through the portal.

-UnderSwap, Original, Before Shears Jumps In-

"What the-!?" Honey called out from by the front door as he walked in, something soft yet hard hit his skull. Rubbing his skull, he looked to the floor to see a dark doll. Picking it up, multicolored button eyes greeted him. So, that was the hard thing that hit him. Blinking, he took a closer look. Scowling, Honey figured out that it was a doll that looked like Error.

Stomping to the couch, Honey held the small doll with his pointer finger and thumb, it was hanging down by it's scarf. He was just glad that Berry was up in his room, he didn't need to see this thing. It made him wonder if Error was doing this on purpose, as how else would a Error doll get in here?

With a harsh sigh and glare to the doll, Honey was about to sit down when a thump sounded out behind him.

Honey shot around, blinking in shock to find a short skeleton - a Sans - in a kimono, shawl, and with flowers on his head. The eyes though made Honey shiver, they just gave off a feel to them.

The skeleton was pouting harshly at him, pointing at him angrily. "Unhand my precious doll this instant you-you ruffian!"

"Wha-?" Was the only thing Honey got out before everything hurt.

BANG!

THUMP!

The skeleton apparently didn't want to wait, taking off his shoe and throwing it in a split second. So fast that Honey would have been impressed if not for the pain as fell back from the force of the throw, hitting the ground with a huge thump that made his bones rattle.

'I shouldn't have gotten up today...' Honey whined internally while he laid there, hearing the skeleton say something to someone, letting him know that someone else has landed in the house from stars knows where. Although he didn't hear anyone moving or coming in...

Moving his upper body up, the shoe falling to the ground, Honey rubbed his face before opening his eyes. His eyes flared orange, hand now harshly gripping his own face, not registering the pain anymore.

"E R R O R ."

Error stood there next to the smaller skeleton. Multicolored eyes stared down at him, and all Honey could feel was hatred and anger. His vision turning orange from the magic, Honey shot up. Summoning his magic, he-

BANG!

As one, all three skeletons looked up. A bedroom door was now thrown open, a very small skeleton jumping onto the railing to see what was going on the first floor. Honey paled at seeing his brother, Berry, out of his room. "Bro! Go back-!"

"Brother?!" Berry gasped out in shock, not noticing the two new arrivals. "What is going on-!" Berry had started to say, only to still and stop once he caught sight of the two others downstairs. Starry eyes go wide and bright.

"Bro, don't-!" Honey started to say, but it was too late.

"ERROR!" Berry screamed out in joy, flinging himself off the railing to Error with the brightest grin ever.

Now, Error had some expectations when coming through the portal.

First expectation was that Honey - Underswap!Papyrus - would attack him without remorse, not paying what he was doing all too mind. He was right on the front, so he had moved Shears behind him to protect the other from any attacks that might come. Honey wasn't paying Shears any mind, the smaller skeleton would get stuck in the cross fire if he wasn't careful.

Then the expectation of a fight happening before leaving with Shears was pretty much the only one left.

Turns out Error was wrong. Sure, the first one had happened, mostly, but after that? Time to start at the beginning then. Error swiftly and silently came in to see Honey sprawled out on the floor, doll laying a few feet from Honey, one of Shears's shoes on Honey's face for whatever reason, and now he had Berry excited to see him - Which he should in fact, not be. The last time he saw the starry eyed skeleton was when he let him go after he kidnapped him. He should not be that happy to see him...unless it is to gleefully strangle him. - and jumping from a dangerous height to normal Monsters right into his - the most dangerous Monster's - arms.

Error caught the smaller skeleton - Really, Berry hasn't grown at all in the years. He still only came up to his hips if that. - and loosely yet carefully held him, looking massively confused for all the world to see.

"Error!" Berry brightly smiled, star eyes dancing as he leaned back, hands clinching Error's scarf as he looked up at the destroyer so happily. "I missed you!"

Something in Error warmed....and broke.

Slowly, Error smiled down at Berry sadly, eyes speaking so many words that he wanted to say. "i....i MISSed YoU tOO bErRy." The glitch quietly admitted.

While Berry was talking up a storm to Error, who was giving him most of his attention, Shears stiffened behind Error.

Stepping around Error, Shears watched with wide eyes as Error and this so called Berry talked to one another, smiles on their faces and eyes, with only one thought going through his head as he stared.

'Love rival.'

"-WE CamE foR ThE doLL." Error then glanced to Shears's feet, one of them missing a shoe. "...anD shOE, thAt'S aLL."

"I see!" Berry smiled as he jumped out of Error's arms, bouncing to where he brother stood frozen. Berry picked both up, only for Honey to grab him by the handkerchief around his neck. Huffing in annoyance, Berry was able to toss the shoe to Error - who caught it with no trouble - before Honey dragged him into the kitchen, Error doll still in hand.

Error blankly watched it all before turning to look down at Shears, shoe in hand. "hErE ShEaRS." Error said, offering the shoe.

Shears just turned away with a glare that looked like a pout, refusing to talk to Error. A green monster taking over.

Error frowned in confusion, not really getting what was wrong. He glanced to the shoe, then to where Berry and Honey are standing out of sight in the kitchen. A light bulb went off in his head. Error sighed, he really messed things up, didn't he? Well, time to try and make things better, as he can never make things right.

When Error knelt down on one knee, shoe in hand, Shears's head whipped around to look at the glitch in shock. Error smiled at the smaller, now closer to his height yet still smaller then him even when kneeling. Shears flushed at the smile, SOUL going a hundred miles, and it got worse when Error held up his shoe and lightly grabbed his arm; Helping him put on his shoe.

"i'M soRRy i DiDn'T gET yOUR dOLL bAcK." Error apologized, thinking that Shears silence was because of the doll. "AS soOn AS bErRY ComES bACk, i'LL GeT iT foR yOU..oR i coULD makE yOU a nEw ONE iF yOU'D likE?" Error asked as he slipped the shoe back onto Shears's foot. "a bEttER oNE? yOU'VE sEEn tHE oTHER mONSTERs thROuGH tHE poRTalS, i COuLD maKE yOU oNE oF tHEm."

The green Monster died before it even got a chance to show itself to Error.

"Oh, my dear sweet Error!" Shears smiled gently, eyes soft yet holding something in them that Error couldn't read. "I am not angry about that, I do not wish for a new doll. But I do wish to hold the doll you made for me sooner rather then later. I know you will get it back for me, so please, do not worry over that. I trust you."

Error cheeks slowly turned yellow, making Shears giggle. Laying a gently hand on Error's shoulder, now that he could reach it as Error was still kneeling, Shears put his foot down. "But I wonder something..." Error looked to him in question, tilting his head. Shears's eyes were filled with something that he couldn't read as he tilted his head to the kitchen. "Who....Who is Berry to you?"

Error looked slightly befuddled at the random question, but answered anyway. "bErRy...iS oNE oF mINE. OR, i ShoULD saY thAT i SeE hiM As mINE, EvEN thoUGh i ShouLDn'T." Error looked down, letting go of Shears while he did so. To Error, Berry was in the same category as Nightmare's gang or the Charas, but he knew he didn't have that right to claim him as such. "bUT...iN a FiT oF maDnESS...i...TriED To DEsTRoy THIs AU. i ToOK bErRY AWaY." The glitch shook his head, whispering it all as if admitting to all his sins. "loNeLineSS DEsTRoyED mY mIND. i...iT WaS So nICe TO juSt BE bY soMEONE alIVE. SomEONE bREathING. bUt i lET hIM GO aT tHE END...i knEW i COuLDn'T kEEP hIM, tHE anTi-VOID wouLD havE maDE hiM inTO anoTHER gliTCh."

A small hand light touched his cheek, making Error raise his eyes once more. Shears's gentle smiling face greeted him, eyes warm yet so sad at the same time.

"Loneliness can kill a person just as much as turn them into something different, my dear Error. I know this well." Shears lightly ran his thumb down the blue marks going down Error's face. It broke his SOUL, knowing that that the taller had cried so much that he had been branded by it. "I do not blame you for whatever you have done in your time of madness. It is no one's fault but Fate's and that Creator."

'"I do not blame you for whatever you have done in your time of madness."' Error's eyes burned. How long has he wanted that? For someone to tell him that they didn't blame him for all the destruction that he was forced to cause? It was something like out of a dream for him made all the sweeter because Shears said it. His friend is telling him this.

His only friend was telling him that he didn't blame him or hate him.

"C-CaN i HuG yOU?" Error blurted out, face serious even as his cheeks were stained yellow by now. He raised his arms up, but stopped his hands before they could touch Shears. He had no idea what he was doing or asking for, but he wanted it. To just let everything out, to let Shears know that Error was...he didn't know what he was anymore. But he thinks that's okay. Error wasn't the best with words, he knew this. So he'll show it. "....pLEaSE?"

Ffu...ffuffuffuffu~!" Shears flushed pink, nodding before letting his hand that was on Error's cheek slip past to go over his shoulder. His other hand doing the same. "Of course you can Error! You can hug me anytime you wish."

Even kneeling, Error was still slightly taller even though he was closer to Shears's height. So, Error's hesitant hands brought Shears to his chest, laying his head on top of the other. Feeling Shears breath, the other's SoulBeat made him feel warm. Made his SOUL feel lighter then it has in years.

Something in his SOUL whispered that he would like to keep Shears right where he was, not wanting to let him go. Maybe for just this once he could listen to his own SOUL instead of Fate?

Shears, meanwhile, was feeling flustered and like he could float away if Error wasn't holding him down. Nuzzling his head into the taller's chest, Shears smiled at hearing the strong SoulBeat in the chest before him. In Error's strong arms, Shears felt safe from everything and anything.

Love, it made Shears want to stay where he was, never wanting to let go of Error for anyone or anything.

-With Berry & Honey, Before Error & Shears Hug-

"Brother!" Berry huffed, finally able to get out of Honey's hold by the time they were hidden from sight. "That is enough! What is the problem here?" Barry shook his head, arms crossed and Error doll still in hand.

"My problem?" Honey raised both his brows, face sarcastic while he whispered harshly. He gestured to the living room. "My problem is that we have the Destroyer in our living room, the one who, you know, kidnapped you and tried to destroy our AU! The one who you hugged for some weird reason! Berry, he was your kidnapper for star's sake!" Honey then took in a deep breath, as if that would calm him down. "Never mind that for whatever reason, he now has someone with him." Honey scoffed. "Maybe Error kidnapped him too? Can't see any other reason someone would hang out with that no good monster. Don't even know why he's still alive-"

"Honey!" Honey straightened at the sudden snap. Berry had never sounded like that, so he was rightfully shocked. The taller brother looked down at Berry's serious face, not knowing what he did wrong.

"Listen to me for once in your life; Error wasn't in the right frame of mind when he took me and attack our AU." Berry harshly waved his arm when Honey opened his mouth, stopping the other from talking. "No. I said listen to me. Do not talk to me right now, just listen. Do you understand me? Nod for yes."

Honey gulped, a bead of sweat coming down his forehead. He nodded after a moment, feeling slightly scared. He had never seen his bro get like this ever.

"Good." Berry nodded before pointing to the living room. "In there is a Monster who has been through too much, even when he took me and destroyed everything. But you know what? Error didn't do anything too bad to me. Oh, he threatened me. But he never went through with it. The most he did was tell me about the Multiverse and knit together as we watched UnderNovela together." Berry breathed in, eyes no longer stars as he stared up into his brother's face. "Now. I want you too look in there, watch them for a moment, and then look me in the eyes and tell me for certain that Error has kidnapped the other. Because I can tell you just from being in there for a second that Error did no such thing."

With a slight glare, Honey stood straight, peeking around the corner expecting just about anything. Maybe even Error threatening the other for whatever imagined slight the glitch came up with.

Just about anything didn't include seeing Error kneeling down, helping the dress wearing skeleton put back on his shoe with gentle and soft movements.

Feeling numb, all the tall skeleton could do was watch. Seeing Error so open, the other skeleton soon loosing his pout to smile. When the other touched Error, Honey had tensed, thinking that everything was about to go to hell. But it didn't. Instead, the Destroyer had looked so lost, yet so bittersweet in a way Honey couldn't even beginning to explain. Then, Error opened his arms, not touching the other. Laughter, then the one in a dress hugged Error.

Seeing Error slowly and hesitantly hug back was something Honey never thought he would see.

"Are you starting to see now?" Berry questioned softly, before his eyes turned back into bright stars. Not waiting for a answer, Berry bounded into the living room with a bright grin. "Error! I want a hug too~!"

Honey watched blankly as both Error and the other let each other go. Error with a blink and puzzled look and the other with a harsh pout. The pout grew deeper when both Error and Berry hugged once more. Honey sighed, closing his eyes and felt like he was at war with himself as he walked out of the kitchen. "I think I'm just going to go down to Muffet's....."

Error lightly took the doll from Berry before letting the smaller go. Getting up, he handed the doll to a still pouting Shears. Shears took the doll and swiftly put it back into his sleeve for safe keeping.

"i thInK WE shOUld bE hEaDIng OUT NOw." Error sighed, getting ready to make a portal. He hadn't missed the glares that Honey were giving him. Although, they felt less threatening then usual....

"Wait!" Berry latched onto Error, making the other flinch and glitch at the sudden touch. "Please! Stay just a little while longer?" Berry beamed up at Error's stricken face. "I missed you. Please, just hang out here for just a while longer?"

Twitching, Error glanced around before his eyes landed on Honey. Honey's SOUL dropped at the scared look directed at him. The Destroyer of Universes looked scared. No, looking closer, it wasn't so much as fear, but of uncertainty. It was like the glitch was expecting him to attack him while he had the chance, to scream and yell until the glitch had no choice in the matter. But that implied that the glitch would listen to him. Which was weird on it's own. And while a part of him wanted to do that, not wanting the kidnapper anywhere near his brother...

Another, larger part of him could still hear his Bro's scolding. Something in him was questioning what was going on, what did he miss so badly? In the end, he wanted answers. So, Honey was willing to listen and follow his bro's lead to get those answers. For now, Honey would watch Error as close as he can to figure out just what was going on.

While the stare down of Honey and Error was going on, Berry felt something crawling up his back and drilling a hole into the back of his skull.

Slowly turning his head, Berry's starry eyes shrunk down to small dots.

Standing there was a pouting Shears. His hands tightly made into fists, a dark shadow all around him. The blue clad skeleton now knew what death felt like. In the hypnotic eyes, he could see his end in them. Berry gulped, sweat starting to form, clinging tighter to Error for safety just made the shadow darker and pout deeper. Hit with a weird and strange idea, Berry kept his eyes on the other. Then, he lent forward, and lightly nuzzled his skull into Error's chest.

The pout grew to dangerous levels.

The dark shadow might as well have became a storm cloud.

And if the other could, Berry knew by now that he would be on fire now at the least. That, or picking up off the ground from being hit. The fists were shaking more and more, showing how much the other was holding himself back from doing anything hurtful or crazy.

'Oh my stars....' Suddenly, the fear was gone when the smallest skeleton in the house realized what was going on. Excitement and hope bloomed inside his SOUL. 'Is...Is this love?! Is he in love with Error?! OH MY STARS! YES!'

Berry could have jumped for joy and started dancing. Finally! Finally Error has a chance at love.

Now if only said love would stop looking at him like he wanted Berry to die a horrible death. That, or break his arms. Berry had a feeling the other wasn't feeling picky at the moment with how hard the other was pouting at him.

Quickly letting go of Error, Berry brought back his attention.

"Error, who is your friend?" Berry smiled happily when Error looked down to him.

"thIS IS shEaRS." Error gestured to Shears, looking worriedly confused at the dress clad skeleton's pout. "hE'S fROM tailoREDtalE."

"Then why don't you and Honey show Shears around the town!" Berry brightly grinned as he waved his brother over. "I'll get lunch ready for when you get back! I know it's been a while since you last ate Error...." Berry sadly frowned at the last part before perking right up. "So I'll make you the best lunch ever!"

"WhAT." Error glanced to look at Honey, who was still just staring at him. Error didn't take this as a good sign. "bErRy i ReaLLy dOn'T tHINk-"

"No." Everyone turned to a stone-faced Shears. "I will cook for Error." Berry suddenly felt like he should run when Shears looked down at him, grimed face. "Only. Me."

With raised brows, Honey suddenly noticed the tension in the room. Glancing around, it seemed like Error was the only one oblivious about it. In fact, the glitching skeleton seemed down right confused. 'Just what is going on?! First the Destroyer and his friend shows up, and now this? What's next?!'

Clearing his throat, Berry tried to think up something to try and ease the tension away. It seems Error has attracted quite the jealous type. Which he should! It just means that Error will be loved twice as much if not more! "Um...Oh, I know!" Berry beamed up at a still pouting Shears, just wanting to get along with Error's hopefully soon to be DateMate. "Why don't we make something together? I'm a good cook you know!" Berry winked with a grin. "Error even said so once he tried my Taco!"

Berry said the wrong thing.

Shears frowned tightly, mind grinding to a halt. While this...this Berry sounded and seemed like a good Monster, this could not stand. This small and admittedly adorable Monster was in his way of love - his only love. This Monster had cuteness where as Shears did not, giving him a leg over him already just in the look department! Now, here was this small Monster bragging to him that Error already said his cooking was the best?!

No. This will not stand.

'Challenge accepted my dear Love Rival.' Shears folded his arms, if he was holding a fan, he would have snapped it shut tightly. "If this is the way you want this to be, then it shall." Both Berry and Honey sighed, only to nearly fall face first once Shears continued. "You shall cook your best dish, as I make mine. Then, and only then, Error will eat and decide who the best cook is." Shears lightly sniffed, nearly stomping as he started to walk to the kitchen.

"Oh, no! that's not what I-" Berry tried to explain as he followed Shears into the kitchen.

Soon their voices faded the farther they got. Leaving both Honey and Error by the front door.

"bUT...i DoN'T nEEd TO EaT." Error said aloud, scratching his tear marks while he looked to the kitchen. Like he was still talking to Shears and Berry instead of thin air. "SO....WhY?"

Honey shifted, feeling awkward. "Well...." Honey grimaced when Error's head snapped to look at him, eyes watching him as if waiting for any threatening movement. "My Bro did say...you probably didn't eat in a while right?...." Honey tried to look for a conversation starter, this was getting a bit too awkward for him. Of course the Destroyer looked like he didn't even notice the tension or weird air around him. If he did, he wasn't showing it at least. "When was the last time you ate?" Honey ended up asking, having nothing else to say.

Well, it was either that or 'Can you please leave already?'. 'Please' added in because his Bro would be angry if he wasn't polite about it.

"WhEN bErRY gAVE mE thAT tHING HE caLLS a TacO." Error admitted without hesitation. The glitch shifted a bit, not understanding why the other wasn't hitting him or yelling at him now that he had the chance. He could understanding not yelling as the others would hear it, but Honey could still threaten him if he wanted to....So why hasn't he yet?

Honey choked a bit. The last time Berry was even around Error was when he was kidnapped, and that was- "That was years ago! Over ten years at the least!" While Honey hasn't forgotten what happened that day, too many RESETS have happened for him to keep track of how many years it has been. But he knew for sure it was over ten at least, over a hundred and something at the most. Which, both are way too long in either case.

Error just shrugged, not seeing what the big deal is. "i DON't NEEd tO eaT." Error stated this once more, not caring all too much. "EaTiNG tAkES tIME, TiME i DOn'T uSualLY havE. nO pOINt In IT foR mE."

"What about hunger pains?" Honey couldn't help but ask before he knew what he was doing, or remembered who he was taking to.

"EventUaLLy thEY jUSt blEnDED IN wiTH thE REsT oF tHE pAIN." Error rubbed the back of his head, not getting what Honey was searching for. Maybe the taller was looking for something to exploit? Jokes on him then. "bEsiDES, EvEN iF i diDN't GeT uSEd TO iT, i'VE haD woRSE paINS IN mY loNG lIFE." Error suddenly grinned. "lIKE tHE TIMe INk DeciDED tO shaTTER mY riB cagE, oR whEN dREaM shOT oNE oF hiS aRROWs thROuGH mY skULL. YoU gET uSEd TO iT aFTER a WHiLE."

"I'm going to Muffet's." Honey blurted out after a moment of silence. He shivered as he felt the multicolored eyes on his back as he walked out the door. It was only when he shut the front door, did he stop for a moment.

Too many thoughts and images were going through his head, too fast for him to really stay on long enough. Error was so different then the last time Honey saw him. Error was calmer, saner, and a lot more confused then anything. The glitch wasn't laughing insanely and trying to kill off everything just because he could-

"In there is a Monster who has been through too much, even when he took me and destroyed everything."

Berry's words cut through his thoughts, making him place his head into his hands, covering his eyes.

"But you know what? Error didn't do anything too bad to me. Oh, he threatened me. But he never went through with it. The most he did was tell me about the Multiverse and knit together as we watched UnderNovela together."

'What can drive another to insanity?' Honey asked himself, starting to stumble to Muffet's. 'Error still took Berry...but...What could Error have gone through though? What does Berry know that I don't?!'

"bEsiDES, EvEN iF i diDN't GeT uSEd TO iT, i'VE haD woRSE paINS IN mY loNG lIFE."

Honey nearly fell, eyes widening as uncertain thoughts hit him.

"lIKE tHE TIMe INk DeciDED tO shaTTER mY riB cagE, oR whEN dREaM shOT oNE oF hiS aRROWs thROuGH mY skULL. YoU gET uSEd TO iT aFTER a WHiLE."

Just as Honey got to Muffet's, opening the door with the intention of drowning himself in honey, a unwanted thought passed through his skull.

'Pain can drive even a saint into insanity.'

-The Swap!Bro's House, In The Kitchen-

Berry glanced into the living room just in time to see Honey leave. With a huff, he took enough time to see Error sit down on the couch before he turned his focus on Shears - who was putting on a the frilly pink apron that Undyne had given him. Apparently it was 'Kawaii~!'. Hesitating, Berry slowly put on the only other apron he owned, a light blue one that had 'Don't BERRY your feelings in sweets!' on it. His brother had gotten it as a joke for him.

"You know...." Berry glanced up to Shears, who was getting out a pot to use. "We don't have to do this. We can cook something together!" Berry tried to sound as cheerful as he could, but his smile died as soon as Shears pouted down at him, a fire in his eyes that made Berry want to take a step back before running for his life. Steeling himself, Berry refused to run! He was a royal guard in training! He could take a jealous skeleton who was most likely in love with Error...right?

"I do not wish to cook with you." Shears had to stop himself from slamming the pot onto the stove. "This is a challenge little one. One that I plan to win."

"But it doesn't have to be!" Berry tried to explain, slowly getting out his skillet. It felt like he was pulling out a weapon for self-defense for some reason, and he really didn't like that feeling. "I don't see why this has to be a challenge!"

"I will not lose to you." Shears rolled up his sleeves as best as he could, staring down at Berry with a grim face. "I refuse to. In this race for Error's love, I can not and will not lose to anyone." Shears took in a deep breath, turning away from Berry. "Not when my once thought to be insane dream can come true. You will not win Error's love!"

'I don't think I'm getting through to him.' Berry dropped slightly with a sigh, starting to get ready to make a taco. If you can't beat them, might as well join them in this case. Berry will go through with this crazy challenge for now. Later on, he will sit Shears down and explain that he is in no way, shape or form, after Error's romantic love.

For star's sake, he saw Error as like a father-figure more then anything! Berry wasn't aiming to be Error's DateMate. Now, to just make Shears see this and that Berry is in fact wanting Shears to get together with Error.

Peeking over to see Shears stirring the pot, now filled with water and spices, with a serious look upon his face and Determination in his eyes made Berry realize that it was going to take some time for Shears to see and understand all this.

-Two (Insane) Hours Later; TimeSkip Brought To You By A Very Confused Error!-

"I'm back-!" Honey started to say, only for the words to die on his lips at the sight that greeted him when he opened the front door.

Food - Honey hoped to all the stars above that it was food and just food - was on the walls and ceiling in and around the kitchen. Pots, skillets and there was even a blender was thrown around on the ground, dishes of all kinds in the sink, and so many plates of food were on the kitchen table. Some looked very questionable - Like they could and would kill a Monster. Honey is sure one is moving. - and others looked like they are not even food.

And then, if it wasn't already insane enough, at the kitchen table was his Bro and the two guests. Berry looking nervous, twitching and sweating as he glanced around. Shears was standing by Error, who was sitting, and pouting up a storm as he clung onto Error's arm. And then Error...

'Poor Error.' Honey never thought he would feel for Error like he did now. Error looked so lost and confused that Honey just wanted to go over and help the poor Monster. Like, give him a map or a GPS of some kind to make him less confused and un-lost.

Of course, Honey did wonder why some plates looked like someone bit through them, or why pieces of metal were all over the kitchen floor, but he thought it was best to just not ask. Some things he is better off not knowing.

Honey glanced to the honey bottle in his hand, the one he bought from Muffet's. "How much honey did I drink?" Because he had to be seeing things for this all to be true.

Error had no idea what was going on, and he was starting to think he would never understand either. Shifting, Error lifted up a small bowl of soup Shears had placed in front of him, making sure not to bite through it anymore. Minding his strength was hard, but Shears had been so worried once he saw him eating through plates and forks, spoons and even a knife like it was nothing. He didn't want to worry the other.

"So, how is it my dear Error?" Shears questioned softly, leaning into Error, not taking his eyes or pout off of a sweating Berry. "Is it good? The best you ever had?"

Honestly, Error didn't understand food, he never will. Really, it all tasted the same to him at times. Only chocolate had stood out to him when he ate it all those years ago, which was weird in of itself. Food is a concept that had never truly appealed to him, nor was it something important to him. Yet, right now, the soup warmed him in ways he couldn't explain. Shears made this for him. Took his time and poured emotions into it - just for Error. Not even when Berry first made him that Taco did Error feel this warm. The soup made his SOUL feel lighter...

It was nice.

"yES." Shears's head shot up to see Error smiling gently down at him, eyes warm. "iT's THE bEsT DisH i hAVE EvER haD, mORE THeN juST GoOD. thANk yOU ShEaRS."

Pink crawled it's way up Shears's cheeks, a shy smile working it's way to over take the now pink face. Shears sighed, closing his eyes and leaning onto Error. "Only the best for you my dear Error."

"i shOUlD bE thE onE sayING ThAT." Error pointed out factually, drowning the rest of the soup. Error didn't deserve nice things, he knew that. But Shears? Shears had the right to all the nicest things in the whole Multiverse.

Berry chuckled softly at Shears's love-struck face, then cleared his throat. Turning his head to his brother, Berry smiled. "Hello Brother! Welcome home!" Berry gestured to all the food. "Why don't you try some while I clean up?"

"I will help." Shears sighed sadly, not wanting to let Error go. But it was the right thing to do. Not counting the fact that he felt victorious at winning right now. "It is only right that I do." Shears said, noticing Berry opening his mouth to say something. Berry closed his mouth, smiled and nodded.

The two tall skeletons watched them go back into the kitchen.

Error jolted when Honey walked up to him, pulled up a chair, and sat besides him at the table. Honey looked around at the mess, then looked to him, before offering up his honey bottle like it was that hard core whisky that Berry one time mentioned to him. Something about Swap!Grillby giving him some, him trying it and it doing nothing, and then Honey tried it and got shit-faced drunk within minutes.

For one weird moment Error wonder if there was actual alcohol in the condiment. It would explain so much on why the skeletons loved them so much and used them as if they were medicine to their depression.

Honey sighed when Error shook his head in negative, looking suspicious at the bottle of honey. He should have saw that coming. "Suit yoursel-!" Honey would have spat out any honey he had in his mouth if he had took a drink in that moment.

Error had just lifted up a fork, and bit through the whole thing like it was butter. Munching on it like it was a candy bar.

Taking in a deep breath, Honey downed the honey in the bottle in one gulp. 'To each their own.'

It was quiet for a while. Eventually Error got up and started looking around the living room. After watching Error poke the TV a few times, Honey got up and walked to the Destroyer.

"So, what'cha doing?" Honey couldn't help but ask, peering around Error to see if something was on the TV.

"i'VE sEEN anD HEaRD oF thEsE...'TV'S'." Error frowned, getting up after poking the screen once more. "i'VE nEvER uSEd ONE. I onLY knOW THE namE BECauSE bERRY onCE SaiD mY poRTaLS aRE liKE TV'S." Error then glanced to the couch. "AnD hE ExplAINEd WhaT a couCh Was TOO! IT's soMEwhERE tO SIt." The Destroyer stated this fact proudly, like it was a hard thing to figure out.

After a few seconds of staring, Honey realized that no, Error is not joking or playing him. This Monster in front of him really didn't know what a couch was or even a TV was before his Bro explained it to him. Over star knows how many years ago.

"Why not just steal one if you were so curious?" Honey couldn't help but scowl, asking this sarcastically.

Error didn't notice or care about the other's tone, looking at the TV and couch almost wistfully. "i nEvER hAD tHE TImE. iT woULD TaKE a lOT oF tIME tO HOOk uP a TV iN thE anTi-VOID."

"....You live in the Anti-VOID." Honey shivered, remembering that endless white. He could see someone turning insan- 'Oh shit...'

"oF couRse i DO. WhERE elSE woUld i lIVE?" Error snorted in humor.

"Well...." Honey shifted, putting his hands in his pockets. A thought not leaving his head. "I thought you lived in your own AU....?"

Error laughed, he couldn't help it. "yOU thoUGht i HAD a AU?" Error shook his head, grin over taking his face while Honey shifted once more. "i USed TO, i aDmiT tO thAT. buT noT anY mORE. i hAVE noWhERE elsE bUT thE anTI-VOID."

"You used to?" Honey focused in on that, frowning and not understanding. "What happened to it?"

"i GoT RipPEd ouT fROM IT WhILE iT WaS dEsTRoyED. I WaS TakEN TO tHE anTi-VOID." Error bluntly told the other. He had no reason to hide this part of his past away, so why bother. Honey asked, so he might as well answer.

"Much like you did to Berry. Fitting, for someone who likes to destroy." Honey couldn't help but growl out with a glare, only for that growl and glare to fade away at the sudden stone-faced Error.

"i aM OnlY GoinG TO saY thIS onCE tO YoU." Error lowly said, glitching harshly. "i WiLL nEvER enJoY soMEthING tHAt i AM FoRcEd TO Do."

Before Honey could even register what was being said, Error was out the front door, it slamming shut behind him. And if it couldn't even get any better, he turned around only to see a very disappointed Berry looking up at him, and a very angry Shears looking at him.

"How dare you." Shears looked up at him as if he was something he would find at the bottom of his shoe. "I had thought that you might hold a bit of...No matter." Shears shook his head, eyes holding Honey down. "It seems like I was wrong in the end. You are no different from the rest of them. Those who do not see the reasons, the 'whys' of what is going on. Blaming those who are not at fault. You are worse then even the dirt on the ground!" Shears didn't even look to the other two as he left the house, lifting up his dress as he walked as fast as he could without falling flat on his face. "Error! My dear Error, please answer me!" Shears called out, slamming the door after him as he left.

Honey slowly looked to Berry. "Bro...."

Berry shook his head, disappointment all over his face. "Brother, why?"

"I....I don't understand." Honey whispered, slumping down into a sit right where he stood. He rubbed the back of his skull while Berry walked up to him. "Why did he say 'forced'?" Honey looked to his brother, looking so lost that it hurt Berry's SOUL. "What am I missing bro?"

Licking his lips, Berry sighed. "It's really not my place to say...." Then Berry sadly smiled, eyes no longer stars. "But then, if I don't say anything, who will?"

It was like if you knew if someone was getting abused and they didn't want to say anything. it isn't your place, but what if the other never said anything? Would you keep quiet until there is nothing left?

Berry couldn't. He would ask for Error's forgiveness for this later.

"Brother," Honey lifted his head, SOUL stopping at the serious and grim face looking to him. "Fate is a terrible person...."

When Berry finished explaining, Honey screamed and yelled denials.

When the denials ran out, Honey cried and sobbed, letting his brother hold him.

When the tears ran out....

All that was left was the guilt that would never leave him, the burning anger at those who lied to him, and the cold harsh truth.

Honey had hurt someone who wasn't a fault, not truly.

His hands are just as dirty, more so, then the Destroyer's, for he had raised a hand to a innocent willingly even if it was lies that had blinded him.

"Can you feel your sins crawling up your back?"

Honey laughed at his own voice. it was something he had said to the human child far more to count. And wasn't that a kicker? Not only was he wrong about Error, he was wrong about Frisk. It wasn't Frisk's fault, it wasn't the first fallen human's fault, but the last human's fault. Other's complain about their AU's Chara or Frisk during a genocide run. But it wasn't their fault.

So, Honey laughed. Laughed as his rose-tinted glasses were shattered. Laughed at all the lies/ Laughed at being worse then trash. Laugh at it all.

All Berry could do was watch as his brother fell apart, knowing there was nothing he could do to make the other feel better.

"Can you feel your sins crawling up your back?"

"Yes!" Honey laughed hysterically, face hurting as the tears kept falling.

It seems his tears hadn't ran out yet. That was fine.

It just reminded him of Error's tear marks, making him laugh and cry all the hard.

'I can feel my sins over taking my entire SOUL.'

-With Shears-

It was only luck that Shears didn't fall flat on his face as he fast walked through the snow. He didn't have time to really look at the familiar buildings, which was a blessing. Even then, he saw so many different Snowdin's before that it wouldn't have shook him up too much. He only stopped to ask some residents if they saw a dark colored skeleton Monster go pass them, which some of them did.

'Why don't you give up? He probably left you.'

'He did no such thing! Error would have never left me behind!' Shears huffed mentally, still calling out for Error as he moved around the town. "Error?! Please, Error, answer me-!"

"....SheaRS?"

Shears paused, and looked around. Seeing nothing but a few buildings, but hearing the voice come from the left, Shears quickly went around the building. Peeking around the building, Shears smiled at finding Error, who was sitting in the snow, leaning on a tree. The dark skeleton was covered in snow and looked very wet.

Hurrying over, Shears's smile fell into a concerned frown. "My dear Error, are you alright?" Bending down so that they were at eye level, Shears lifted up a hand to lightly touch Error's cheek. "Why are you all wet? Did something happen?"

"i thoUGH IT woULd hElp ME CaLM DoWN." Error shifted, leaning into the hand. Lightly gripping the other's wrist, Error lightly rubbed the stitching on the other to calm himself down. "....i'M TiREd." Error whispered lowly, as if admitting to a grave sin.

Kneeling down now, and making sure that none of his clothing touched the snow, Shears used his free hand to guide Error's head to look at him. While flustered from the other's touch, he knew now wasn't the time to show such things. Not when Error needed him.

"What do you mean Error?" Shears softly questioned once the other was looking at him. "You must explain it to me for me to understand what you mean."

"....aLMosT EvERyoNE thINks i lOVE dEstrucTION bEcauSE i CauSE iT." The Destroyer eventually started to explain. "AnD whILE i'M FinE wiTH DesTRuctION- i haVE tO bE wiTH alL thE yEaRS oF beiNG thE DesTRuctiVE foRcE OF tHE BalAnCE - i DoN't LOvE iT." Error sighed, briefly closing his eyes. "i'M TiREd OF thE otHERs thINkING tHAt i lOVE iT. THAT iT's mY FauLT, THAt EvERyTHiNG iS mY FauLT. AnD moST oF aLL..." Error slumped forward before shaking his head in negative. "nO. i...I juST...JuSt aM So TiREd oF aboUT EvERyThING." Error then sat up, leaning into Shears's smaller hand once more. "bUt i DoN't THiNk i CouLD EvER geT TiREd OF yoU thoUGH."

Lightly coughing, Shears ignored his fluttering SOUL and now very hot cheeks. "I thank you for saying so Error." Shaking his head to get rid of the flutters, and failing, Shears went on. "It is okay to be tired, did you know this Error?" Sadly sighing when Error shook his head in negative, Shears gave a small smile. "You have lived a long life, have endured many hardships, more then any other perhaps. You have the right to be tired of the Multiverse's wrongs to you. It is okay, just as long as you do not loose yourself like you have done before."

"yOU dON'T havE tO woRRY aboUt THAt." Error scoffed, rolling his eyes thinking about his insane days. Or, what he could remember from those years. "insaNiTY mIGhT maKE evERyThiNg mORE EasiER - NO loGic NEeDEd - AnD colORfuL IN SoME plAcES, iT diDn'T hELp ME iN thE lONG rUN." Error then grinned, taking off Shears's hand off his cheek and holding it in his own hand. His larger hand engulfing the smaller as he gently held it. "nOW i hAvE yOU thOUGH! YoU mAkE my lIFE So MUcH mORe colORfuL SheaRS." Error bluntly stated this fact aloud with a grin. "mUCh bEtTER tHEN anyONE elSE tOO. NO oNE ElsE haS mAdE mY lIFe tHIs colORfUL bEfoRE."

It was like someone hit Shears's SOUL.

And he loved it.

"Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~!" Shear giggled, swooning slightly. It was a good thing that Error had a hold of his hand, or he might have fell over into the snow. "Oh, my sweetest Error! You such the loveliest things to me~!"

"WeLL, yOU aRe tHE loVeliEsT moNSTEr i'VE eVER sEEn." Error said this nonchalantly, shrugging while he watched Shears in slight worry. Changing colors like that can't be healthy. Error thinks he might remember reading something like that before.

Good thing Error was keeping a eye on Shears. Because after his last comment, Shears swooned so hard that he happily lost balance and fell to the side. It was Error's reflexes that stopped Shears from falling into the snow. One arm now around the other while he knelled, no longer sitting, and his other hand still keeping a grip on the smaller one.

"ShEaRS?!"

"Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~!"

"SHeaRS?! SpEaK TO mE!"

"Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~!"

-One Hour Later-

It took some time to calm down Shears, but soon both Error and Shears were in front of the Swap!Bro's house, hand in hand.

To the Monsters watching them walk by, it looked like a lovely couple walking by. With the smaller nearly floating as he stayed as close to the taller as he could.

Shifting, Error sighed while Shears knocked on the door gently. The door opened, and Error was greeted with Honey-

Who looked like shit.

Honestly, it looked like a breeze could dust the Monster. Dark marks under his sockets, body slumped like the strings holding him up were cut, and faint orange marks going down his face, showing that he had been crying. All in all, Error wondered just what in the hell did he miss when he left. Did Honey watch some UnderNovela somehow for the first time? That AU was a tearjerker after all.

"Oh...um..." Honey just muttered, making sure not to look at the two as he moved out of the doorway, letting the two walk through.

"Oh my stars! Error!" Berry gasped at the sight of the tall skeleton. He was soaking wet! The only thing that didn't look soaked was his sweater, but that's just because of his coat taking the water damage. "Please take off your boots and head to the bathroom. I'll go and make something up for you to wear." Berry quickly stated, trying to think on what they would have that would fit Error - and wouldn't cause him to have a panic attack wearing.

"iT's FiNE." Error said, even though he did let go of Shears hand to take off his boots. "i ONCe StayEd iN FroZeN IcE WatER fOR oVER a WeEK. I lIVED. sO i'LL bE finE."

Berry winced, in the corner of his eyes he could see his brother gagging as if going to throw up. After learning the truth on everything that Berry himself knew, Honey hasn't been taking it well obviously. "No matter! I, the sensational Berry, refuse to let you go cold any longer!" Berry giggled, making a dramatic pose to try and lighten the mood. "I shall dress you in the finest my dear sir!" Berry joked, getting a smile out of Error.

Shears, meanwhile, was not smiling.

-Inside Shears's Mind. AKA; Welcome To Shears's Mind theater!-

"Oh Error, please accept these clothes!" Berry gasped dramatically, a love-sick look on his face, batting his eyes coyly up at a flustered Error. "I made them myself, just for you to wear~!"

"yOU diDn'T havE tO bErRY." Error smiled, knelling down to take the clothes. His cheeks yellow. "YoU alREaDy mADE ME a GreaT hOme CoOkEd mEaL, anD nOW thIS?" Error shook his head, smile growing on his face. "ThIS IS tOO mUCh!"

"Nonsense!" Berry denied, coming close to Error, hand coming up to take one of Error's. "Besides..." Berry flushes, shyly looking away as he bits his lip.

"BEsiDEs?" Error repeated, tilting his head in confusion.

"I made these clothes just for you." Berry admitted aloud, shifting as he looked away. "I could...maybe make you food and clothes and everyday from now on...?" Berry whispered into his handkerchief.

The taller skeleton frowned, leaning down closer to hear better. "WhAT WaS ThAT lASt paRT BeRRy? i DiDn'T hEaR yOU."

"I...I can't hold in it any longer!" Berry cried out, putting a hand on his forehead in distress. "Error, I must tell you...that...that I-!"

"bERRy?!" Error gasped in alarm when Berry sudden shot forward to him. "WhaT'S WRoNG-?!"

"I'm in love with you Error!"

And then, lips connect-!

-Outside Shears's Mind. AKA; The Curtains Close Due To Shears Having A Panic Attack Before The Show Finishes.-

"No!"

All the other skeleton Monster jolted at the sudden exclamation.

Error blinked, turning his head to look down at Shears, who had one hand formed into a fist on his chest, the other hand pointing to Berry. Fire unlike anything Error had ever seen in the hypnotic eyes, and he had no idea why this was.

"I refuse to let this happen!" Shears pouted harshly, turning his head away from the others, but keeping a eye on Berry. "I will make Error's clothing. No. One. Else."

Tension was once more in the air. Berry sweated, lifting his arms in a 'Show no harm' or 'unarmed' gesture. On one hand, this was great! Shears obviously loved Error very much and was willing to go to extremes to show and prove this. On the other hand though, Shears was twisting everything he did into something romantic. That Berry for some reason was in love with Error. And while Berry loved Error, he wasn't in love with Error.

Two completely different things. Now, how to get the other to see this?

"I just meant getting Error some clothes, not making-" Berry tried to explain, but Shears was hearing none of it in his jealous fury.

"Do you have fabrics and sewing supplies here, or will I need to buy some?" Shears cut off Berry, steamrolling on. All Error did was blink, and the next thing he knew Shears pulled out a tape measure from his sleeves and was using it on him. Lifting and moving him around to get his height and length numbers. Error, being very confused, just went with it.

"Um...." Berry glanced to his Brother, who was just as confused as Error yet still looking out of it, before deciding to just go with it all. Oh, he wasn't going to make anything, just find some old clothes. That way Shears will win no matter what. Stars help him if he won, he honestly thinks Shears might do something drastic then or die from a Soulbreak. "I have some in storage. Undyne had given me some left over from when she was making her cosplay. I also have a sewing machine, but it's all in my room..."

"Then we shall have our challenge there." Shears nodded once, snapping the tape measure back and putting it back in his sleeve. Shears smiled up at a very puzzled Error. "Please stay here my dear Error. I will bring you the finest outfit I can put together for you to wear."

Before Error could even say anything, Shears was already following Berry up the stairs and into the bedroom to get everything ready. Both Honey and Error watched blankly as Berry ran to and out the room, carrying fabrics and other things. After a few moments, Berry went in and shut the door, the sound of scissors cutting fabric and a sewing machine working coming out of the room, only to be muffled once the door shut.

It was only when Honey shuffled forward that Error realized he was left alone with the Monster that wanted him dead. Not being able to die is all well and good, but that still doesn't change the fact that he can be in pain. Error didn't want Shears to see that, or get in the way if a fight broke out.

With Shears safety in mind, Error swiftly turned around to face Honey. Honey stumbled back, shocked at the sudden turn, and then nearly doubled over, face in pain, once Error spoke.

"i'M soRRy."

"You're...sorry...?" Honey hoarsely whispered, eyes wide as he stared at Error.

Error nodded in positive. "I'M soRRy i SnapPEd aT yOU anD WoRRieD tHE oTHERs." Error rotated his shoulders, not understanding why Honey looked like the Reaper himself was over his shoulder. "i KNoW yOU DoN'T CaRE abOUt ME oR mY ReaSONS," Error noticed Honey flinching violently at this, but didn't stop or pause in talking. "buT knOW i WaSn'T IN tHE RiGHt fRaMe oF mINd BaCk tHEn, WhEn i ToOK bERRy. iT woN'T hAPPnE aGaIN."

Honey wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

-"Fate is a terrible person....."-

Here, Error was apologizing to him.

-"Error had told me about the Multiverse Brother. Did you know that where creation is, there must be destruction?"-

Apologizing to him, the one who had helped hurt the one who had no choice.

-"Ink is creating too much Brother. Do not give me that look Brother! Too much creativity can be just as bad as too much destruction. I'll explain to you how Error explained it to me."-

He felt sick. Gagging, he wondered if he could throw up his own SOUL.

-"Think of the Multiverse as a box, the AU's as bubbles. These little bubbles grow more as time goes on. Time much like the air that you blow into bubbles to make them bigger. Now, imagine the box getting fuller and fuller, the small bubbles growing more and more as time goes on while Ink makes more and more bubbles to go with the older ones. Now, let me ask you this; What happens when those bubbles touch one another?"-

"hONEY?" Honey's head shot up, meeting concerned eyes. He felt like someone hit him. Error was concerned for him. "ARE yOU okAY? ShOULD i GEt bERRy?"

-"The bubbles would go pop! But not just the bubbles that touched will go, the force of the pop could cause others to pop as well. So, to make sure the bubbles can grow and not touch one another, someone has to pop some lone bubbles to give the others room to grow in. But they have to be careful, as popping too many bubbles can make the box too empty. If that happens, then the bubbles would have a hard time growing and might get sick."-

"N-No..." Honey lightly shook his head, nauseous as he moved. How....How could he be so blind?!

-"Do you not see now Brother? Error is needed. If he wasn't, we would all be dead long ago. Ink has been out of control since he first started creating. But even if Error is needed, he was forced to do this. Fate has deemed it so. Taken from his AU as Fate destroyed it, everything he had known and loved taken from him. Memories of his loved ones, his own brother, gone. He will never get them back. His knowledge scattered at best because of this; Error didn't even know how to drink from a cup or how to eat a taco when I met him. The Multiverse has done him wrong. Done our destructive force of balance wrong, the one who keeps us alive."-

Sure, Error kills, but how is it truly his fault? Ink could stop creating any time, making Error stop too. Yet, Ink kept going, forcing Error to keep destroying and taking all the abuse from everyone. The Charas and few Frisks, Error and even Nightmare's group, he had them all wrong.

-"Error is not the only one. Where there are 'good' Monsters, there are 'bad' ones. Just like with the humans. The Charas, or for example our Frisk, is the consequence to the human child's actions. Once the human child kills a Monster, they take over and force them to see their consequences. Even in the next run, they show the human child how wrong it is. This is so that they can learn, yet the human child never does and pins the blame on them. And most listen to them."-

How can Honey make this right? Can he even make things right? How....How does one apologize to a God?

-"Then think of Nightmare's group. Think of HorrorTale. Where Monsters eat one another along with humans, the AU where they are slowly starving. Now remember this; Ink made their AU's. Oh? What's with the shocked look Brother? Ink is the Creator, he made all the AU's but the first one ever. Ink got curious on what happened after a Genocide Run and made HorrorTale, wanting to know what would happen. Error has told me about many other AU's that have been lost to time or his destruction, HorrorTale isn't even the worst one. Ink made these Monsters, they are his so called 'children' just as we are. Yet he hates them. Because of how he made them, he hates them. Yet Error loves them. Well, Brother? Will you answer me this, why is this? Why does Ink get away with all this, makes wonderful and horrible AU's for Monsters to live in, get everyone to hate them and hurt them? Oh, you don't know? But Brother...I told you the answer already..."-

With a dry gulp, Honey got on his hands and knees. He saw Error's shocked look before he bowed his head, forehead on the floor.

-"It is because Fate has deemed it so. Ink is without Fate's strings. Oh, don't cry Brother. Fate is a terrible person for sure, but at least we are not within Fate's sight. Error is, as Error still fights Fate even when he is choking on Fate's strings. He has cried enough for it to stain his cheeks, yet he still goes on for the Multiverse. A Multiverse that hates him. It's just not Fate after all. it's Ink's fault too. It's the whole Multiverse's fault. It's my fault, it's your fault, it's everyone's fault. Remember that saying Brother? The one that medics and doctors use?"-

'If you are not apart of the solution, then you are apart of the problem.' Honey finished in his head. 'My bro really is the best...I did him wrong as with Error. Berry shouldn't be treated like a kid, he's older then me. Error shouldn't be treated like dirt, not when he's the reason we are still alive.'

"uM....WhAT ArE yOU DOiNG?" Error asked awkwardly, glancing around as if waiting for someone to pop out and yell 'HAHA! YOU JUST GOT PRANKED!' at him.

"Error..." Said skeleton jerked his head to look down at Honey in shock and alarm. "Please forgive me!"

"...FOR whAT?" Error eventually asked. He felt so out of depth, it wasn't funny. Had Honey finally snapped and went insane? Because that can only be the reason for this.

"I...Berry told me everything.." Honey admitted, making Error's brows raise. Glancing up and seeing that Error wasn't angry at this, he went on. "I hurt you, hated you, for something that was out of your control. I shouldn't...I'm so sorry!"

"StAnD uP." Error demanded, only going on when Honey was actually standing and not bowing at him. Error still can't believe that someone would do that to him. "yOU diDN'T knOW. YoU havE noThINg TO Be soRRY oVER."

"I should have looked for answers harder!" Honey denied, shaking his head with a glare. "I should have asked more questions, should have saw how much pain you are in. I'm a Judge!"

"AS i aM. yEt i FInD mOSt oF thE JuDgEs TO bE blINd anD baiSEd. jUSt BEcaUSE yOU hAVe LV doEsn'T mAKE evERyoNE a kiLLER. WhaT EvER happEND tO SelF-dEfenSE? oR kIlLIng To pROteCT? doN'T woRRY oThER jUdgE, YoU aRE noT thE onLY bLIND oNE IN thIS mUlTivERsE aND faR frOM thE laST." Error crossed his arms, feeling a headache coming on. "i CoaT mY SOUL iN maGIc uSualLY. IF soMEOnE CHECKED mY SOUL, THEn ThEY woULD oNLY SeE sO muCh, oR eVEn noThiNG aT aLL. So, NO OnE WOuLD knoW UnlESS i oR iNk TolD thEM." Error shrugged, not understanding the big deal was here. "bEsiDEs, i'M uSEd To tHIS. The pAIn, ThE haTE. So, YoU hURT mE? SO WhaT? IT happENS TO ME alMOSt EvERyDaY."

"It shouldn't...." Honey muttered lowly, glaring at the floor and fists shaking. "It's not fair..."

"bUT iT doES. FaiRnESS DoEs NOt maTTER To FaTE." Error snorted at the very thought of a fair Fate. "WhILE i'M shoCKEd BeRRy TOlD yoU EvERytHING, i'M nOT angRY AT yOU oR hIM. ThERE is nOThiNG to BE soRRy oVER. NoT oVER somEthING thAT i Am USEd TO And ExpECt."

Wincing, Honey rubbed his face. "Can we just agree to disagree over that?"

"iF thAT's WhaT yOU WanT." Error shrugged in answer. "iF thAT iS tHE CAsE, tHEn i AccEPt yOUr 'SoRRy' EvEn iF i Don'T NEEd iT."

'Yet I still feel like shit even though you took it.' Honey wasn't warm to Error, wasn't friends or understood the other, that would take time. But now, he understood that Error wasn't at fault, not truly. The glitch was stuck in a hard place and doing the best he could. And Honey made it worse, didn't he?

Getting tired and feeling down from everything that had happened, Honey stumbled to the couch and sat down. Flicking on the TV and paying no mind to the channel it landed on, Honey looked to Error. "Wanna watch something?"

"SuRE." Error shrugged, making sure to sit as far as he could from Honey on the couch. Honey noticed, but didn't say anything or do anything but frown.

'How badly did we all mess up? How could we be so wrong?'

These questions and many more swarmed Honey, and would not leave for a long time.

Error, meanwhile, was trying to figure out why the the big blue Monster on TV was crying at not getting his 'cookies', whatever those were. 'Are cookies really that good?'

-With Shears And Berry-

Berry glanced up from the pile of clothing he had grabbed, halfheartedly trying to find something that would somewhat fit Error and not cause any panic attacks, to Shears, who was sitting at the desk and was hard at work sewing something together.

'I think this has gone on far enough.' Berry sighed aloud, putting down the clothing in his heads gently. While in awe how far Shears was willing to go for Error, Berry thinks it's time for a talk. Here's hoping that there are no misunderstandings here.

"Shears?" Shears's head snapped up, seeing Berry going to sit on the bed near the table. "Can I talk to you about something?"

Slowly lowing his hands, and scissors, Shears shifted in his seat so that he was facing Berry. "You may." Shears eventually stated, seeing Berry's serious and earnest face.

"It's about Error." Berry hurried on at seeing Shears starting to pout. That told him that this wasn't going well for him, so he would have to steamroll this. "And your love for him. nothing bad I promise! I just want you to know that it's going to be a tough and long road for your romantic relationship, one that you will have to start."

Shears's hands slowly came together in his lap, eyes confused and slightly cold as they looked down at Berry. "What do you mean."

It wasn't a question.

With a gulp, Berry forged on bravely. "Error is clueless about a lot of things-Not that it's his fault!" Berry quickly assured, feeling unnerved by Shears's stare. "So he wouldn't notice if someone was interested in him unless they stated this clearly and bluntly. Then, there is also the fact that Error...well, he doesn't have the best opinion about himself." Berry sadly frowned, just thinking about it. "Error doesn't think he is lovable. And if he loves anyone, in any way shape or form, he will show it but expect the other to not want his love. Error loves unconditionally, but fears that no one wants his love. Only fearing his LOVE. You are going to have to be the one to get the ball rolling."

"Are....are you advising me to confess my feelings to Error?" Shears asked, bewildered. Why was his love rival giving him a leg up? Didn't Berry want Error for himself?

"Yes." Berry bluntly stated with a happy beam. "Error deserves love, all kinds of love. You've shown just how much you love Error to me, so I honestly think you are the best fit for Error. No normal Monster with a crush would go this far; Making clothing for Error just because he was wet and you didn't want any other to do it. While you do seem possessive of him at the least, Error is a possessive Monster too. It works, and I want only what is best for Error. From what I can see, you are the best match for Error."

'He's giving up...because he sees I'm better for Error?!' Shears was shocked, just how pure was this little Monster? "Are...Are you sure about this?"

Berry nodded with a grin, happy to see that the other was finally getting that he wasn't in love with Error. "I've never been more sure about anything else. Error deserves so much, deserves love without LOVE. I want someone to make Error happy, to smile and be loved." Berry shifted, looking up at Shears with bright starry eyes. "And you can do that...right?"

"If he accepts my feelings, then I would try my hardest to make him the happiest he can be." Shears softly answered, lightly shaking his head. "But....I do not think he feels the same for me."

"There's only one way to find out." Berry pointed out, face bright and voice optimistic. "If he doesn't return your feelings, do you really think Error would hate you or something? Error wouldn't do that, he would still be your friend no matter what. You're one of his after all."

"I know....but that does not stop my worry." Shears sighed, going back to his sewing. "I will just have to find out how to confess, and see where it leads to."

"That's right!" Berry hopped off his bed, going back to the pile of clothing. "But I'm sure everything will go fine!"

Shears giggled, gaining Berry's attention. "You are the nicest Love Rival I have ever seen. I truly must be lucky."

Berry blankly looked to Shears, who was not paying him any mind anymore.

'He still thinks I'm his love rival?! WHY?!'

-Two Hours Later-

Both Honey and Berry watched Shears pace around the living room, waiting for Error to finish getting dressed. Even though it was only a few moments since Shears had handed off the newly made clothes to Error, the other was worried nothing would fit right or it wouldn't suit Error's taste.

Honey and Berry firmly believed that Shears could have given Error a sack to wear, and the glitch would proudly wear it and love it because Shears made it for him.

Error's clothing in the dryer, besides his boots and sweater. After Shears had finished the clothing, he had handed it off to Error. Error had about changed right then and there, if it wasn't for Berry stepping in and telling him to go change in his room. Honey was too shocked and Shears was beyond flustered to say anything while a confused Error went into the room to change, only opening the door slightly to hand his wet clothing to Berry to put in the dyer.

'What if it doesn't fit him?' Shears worried, tightly gripping the skirt of his dress as he walked back and forth. 'What happens if he hates it!? Oh no!'

Before Berry could try to calm the other down, the bedroom door opened. Heads snapped up to see Error walking out of the room. Shears flushed and gasped, while Honey's brows raised and Berry clapped his hands in delight.

Error walked down the stairs, the skirt of the male yakata swishing with every step, not making a single sound. Even in the black sandals, Error was silent and swift. It was weird to Error a bit, but that's only because he was showing his arms and without his usual wear. At least his sweater covered up his throat, even if most of his arms were showing. Error had to admit though, this 'yukata' was pretty comfortable, even if it was a pain and a half to put everything on.

"Wowie Error!" Berry clapped in delight once more, face in awe. "You look so good in that! It reminds me of that anime Undyne watches."

"Yeah, looks good." Honey lightly complimented the Destroyer, who glitched at it. 'Baby steps, baby steps...'

'He looks like a prince~!' Shears mentally swooned, face pink and eyes sparkling as he stared up at Error. 'So tall, so strong, so handsome~!'

Berry noticed Shears staring and mentally laughed. Turning to Error, he lightly nudged Error, who didn't even move a inch, to Shears. "Error, don't you have something to say to Shears?" Berry whispered to the taller one.

Blinking, Error gave a nod and walked up to Shears.

Once standing in front of Shears, Error smiled, eyes soft. "thANkS foR tHE clotHEs shEaRS. TheY'RE niCE." Error chuckled deeply, raising a hand to rub Shears's head. "i WiSh yOU coULd makE aLL My CloTHEs, tHEsE aRE sO nIcE anD coMfY."

"R-Really?!" Shears stumbled to Error, trying to get as close as he could. "Y-You would do so?!"

"oF couRsE." Error answered, not getting why Shears was so shocked by this. "tHEN aGaIN, iT's OBvioUS thAt YoU WouLD maKE suCh GreAt CloThinG. WiTH hOW EnchAnTiNG yOU aRE, iT'S oBvioUS thAT anYthinG yOU mAKe WoulD bE SO tOO."

"F-Fffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~!" Shears giggled, feeling dizzy. Before he knew it, he was swooning hard and fast.

Error's eyes widened, once again moving fast to save Shears from hitting the ground. 'Is he sick?!'

"OH MY STARS!"

"ShEaRS?!"

"Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~!"

"Well, Shears got his prince charming-"

"BROTHER!"

"What?"

"SHeaRS, WhaT iS WroNG?!"

"Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~!"

-A Few Hours Later-

"Come back soon!" Berry called out with a wave as the portal shut.

Both Error and Shears stayed until Error's clothes were fully dry. Once that was over, they said their goodbyes and promises that they would come back. Although, Error only promised after many reassurances that it was okay from both Honey and Berry. When that was done, Error made a portal back to TailoredTale, helped Shears through it and then himself. Waving for a moment, Error closed the portal.

"It was nice seeing Error again." Berry stated, running off to grab something and go to the kitchen table.

Honey looked to the stains on the ceiling, from that cooking challenge his bro had. "It...It was a experience."

"And now, we can start one of those clubs that Undyne and Alphys talks about!" Berry brightly said, pulling out a marker to write on a huge piece of paper that he had gotten out.

Now, that got Honey nervous. "W...What'd you mean bro?"

With a bright grin, Berry stopped writing and lifted up the paper. "A shipping club!"

'DoubleStrings For Life!'

"....You're so cool bro."

"I know! I'm the sensational Berry after all!"

-End Chapter-

After talking with JuneTheGlassesBearer, they told me that Shears would be the jealous type. So this is going to be fun to write. Because while Shears is the jealous type, Error is the possessive type. There is a difference after all. And to make things better, Error doesn't understand jealousy all to well. So I pity the person who actually makes a move on Shears. it would be like a way of suicide or like going to war with only a spoon as a weapon. Not a good idea.

Although, jealous Shears is also amusing too, especially to write. You'll all get to see what I mean later on in the story. Because Shears was only slightly jealous here, because Error was giving Berry so much attention. it's going to get worse - better for us - when the get together. For the both of them.

Also, Shears can't glare, he just can't make that facial expression. It comes off as more as a pout then anything.

JuneTheGlassesBearer explained to me a lot about Shears and how the character would react to certain things, so I am going to be sure to use what they have told me in the story. I want Shears to as exact as I can get to their picture.

And yes, Berry and Honey are the start of the shipping clue for DoubleStrings. I had to put it in there.

Honey hasn't warmed up to Error, but he now knows the truth. He feels sick with himself, and it's going to stay that way for a while. I think after finding out most of everything, I would be too if I hated and hurt someone who was not at fault. He doesn't hate Error, but he doesn't know him really. Honey wants to change this, but doesn't really know how.

Berry is not a child, he is the older brother here. He just comes off as childish and looks it too. He used to act and be Innocent, after Error shattered his world view and took him back to his AU - making the AU RESET back to normal, for his brother. But that isn't healthy. So, when Berry told the truth, he was more mature and showed that he was not a child and not to be treated as such anymore. Berry just shattered Honey's world view much like Error did to him.

Error will not always be wearing the Male Yukata, he will usually wear his usually clothing unless stated otherwise. Just wanted everyone to know in case of confusion.

Next chapter, Error will realize his feelings for Shears and Shears starts to plan his confession.

For those asking when Ink and everything else comes in, they come in after the confession. Think of this like the first arc if you want to.

Also; MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND A HAPPY NEW YEARS~!

It might be late on the Christmas part, but I hope everyone has/had a good one and a great New Year! I give you all my blessings and well wishes!

Words: 14,011

This is my longest chapter in this story! Woohoo! I'm going to go get myself a treat now, I think I deserve it after this.

#My Fanfic #Harrish6 #Forced Destroyer Error #Error Belongs To Loverofpiggies #Shears Belongs To JuneTheGlassesBeaer #I Only Own This Version Of Error #And This Story #Berry #Honey #Error/Shears #DoubleStrings #DoubleStrings For LIFE!#This Is My Ship And I Will Go Down With It

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kirishwima · 6 years

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# 31 ! For klance please

#31: That was an order.

Here ya go!

(From these prompts)

******

“Lance, I said no!”

“And I’m telling you this won’t work! We can’t take an entire fleet one by one, we need Voltron!”

“Voltron will put us in a more vulnerable position. We need to fight them independently until there’s no other choice.”

“Keith just listen to me for once-“

“I said no Lance. That was an order.”

Lance felt the breath get stuck in his throat at the words, so bitterly thrown over their Lions’ intercoms.

Was this how Keith wanted to lead? Was this how being the paladin of the Black Lion would go?

He swallowed his words, bit back the venom hiding beneath his teeth and sighed, mumbling a fine. This wasn’t the place to argue, and Keith wasn’t in the headspace to calmly talk to at that moment, and neither was Lance.

The entire team had a long, long fight ahead of them.

With a sigh, Lance pulled at the Red Lion’s controls, joining back in the fight with the hopes of victory in the back of his head.

*****

They came back to the castle hours later, bruises and fatigue littering their entire beings.

He felt Hunk’s pat on his back, congratulating him for a good job as he left the briefing room to get some rest, Pidge close behind him.

Allura stopped for a minute, smiling sympathetically at Lance before she too excused herself to go get some rest before she’d have to meet up with Coran and Keith to plan another course of action.

Lance stayed in place, waiting for the last remaining paladin to come through the hangar’s doors and into the room.

Soon enough Keith walked in, his hair tousled from the armour’s helmet that was now resting in his hands, the darkness under his eyes a telltale sign of his restlessness.

“Keith-“

“Not now Lance.”

“If not now then when? Can we just talk for a minute?” Lance persisted, coming to stand in front of Keith.

He didn’t want to fight him, not this time. Hell, he never really wanted to fight with Keith, not when they had that ‘rivalry’ going on, and especially not now that they’d become friends, now that the sight of Keith made Lance’s heart flutter with a feeling he refused to address.

But Keith was a wreck ever since he became the Black Paladin. He tried to lead like Shiro did, not realising that he’s not Shiro, that he didn’t have to be him.

Lance wanted to be a friend. A shoulder for Keith to support himself on.

“Look, what happened out there-I get it, you had your own ideas about what we should do, and you’re the leader now, but-“

“There’s no but! I did what I thought was right, and we won.”

“By a narrow margin! Keith I’m not-I’m not bitter or whatever you may think I am but you need to just take more things into consideration when we’re out there; Shiro-“

“Shiro isn’t here! He’s not our leader right now! I am, even if I never wanted to-“

“I know, what I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to try and be Shiro-“

“ I’m not! Look, if you don’t like the way I lead then just-just find some other team to join or whatever.”

Lance paused, his eyes widening at Keith’s words, mouth agape.

Keith seemed to register his words a minute too late, his expression soon mirroring Lance’s.

They looked to each other for a minute longer, before Lance ducked his head, the beginnings of a bitter smile on his lips.

“Is that so.” he mumbled, turning promptly on his heels and all but running out of the room, a moment too late for Keith’s extended hand to reach him.

******It was hours later that Keith found Lance.He was sitting cross legged in the control room, the map of the entire known universe Allura used whenever they planned strategies activated and filling the entire room with a luminescent green glow, the projections of star clusters and widely different shaped galaxies scattered all around.And in the middle of it all was Lance, his hands cusping one of the projected galaxies with a tender care, like one would hold a newborn child.Keith took stepped through the stars and planets, coming to a halt besides Lance and sitting down, not daring to meet Lance’s gaze.He doesn’t have to ask what galaxy Lance was just looking at.“What, am I not allowed to be here too now? Are you gonna order me to get out?” Lance’s voice is hoarse, red rimming the sides of his eyes.“Lance..” Keith started, uncertain of what to say, of where to start.“No, it’s cool. I know I don’t offer much to the team anyway. Just, find another person to pilot Red and I’ll be on my way.”That gave Keith pause, finally turning to look at Lance, noticing the way his shoulders stiffened and his jaw clenched.“Lance-what are you talking about? Who ever said that?”

“Please, as if you need to say it. I /know okay, I see how talented and smart everyone on this team is is and then you got me-“

“No!” “-and I just don’t cut it. And now with Shiro gone you need the best of the best on the team if we even want to stand a chance.”

“And you are that. Lance look at me. Please, look at me.”

Lance reluctantly did, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, the fight against the tears in his eyes heartbreaking to see.

Keith sighed, lowering his gaze.

“I’m…I’m sorry for what I said. I was frustrated and upset, and completely out of line. I..I didn’t mean it, but I shouldn’t have said it.”

“You can just say you mean it, it’s fine-“

“But I didn’t mean it! God Lance, do you hear what you’re saying? You mean so much to this team, hell, I’ve never seen anyone take as accurate shots as you do with your bayard, and Red chose you. You, no one else.”

Lance snorted.

“She didn’t really have much of an option.”

“She wouldn’t have chosen you as a last measure. Don’t forget I’ve piloted her, I know her. And I know she has a pride of steel and a temper from hell and back.”

Lance winced at the words, bringing a hand to rub his temple.

“Yeah uh, I just felt her growl so she’s probably not happy you just said that.”

“She’s just angry that I’m saying the truth. Can’t guarantee she won’t throw a temper tantrum at you later though”, Keith snickered, earning him a sly kick in the shin from Lance.

“Yeah anyway” Keith continued, after he was sure Lance wouldn’t try and tackle him, “she’s not..she would never let you in if she didn’t believe in you.”

“I..I don’t know.”

“Look, when the Black lion chose me, what did you say? You say it made it’s choice and I should respect it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah but that was different!”

“Was it? Red made a choice, and I respect it. You should too.”

Lance gave a short huff but remained quiet, his gaze focusing back to the glowing galactic map instead.

He put a lazy finger onto the galaxy in front of him, twirling it around with a somber look.

“We’re…we’re really far away aren’t we.”

Keith nodded.

“Do you think we’ll ever go back?”

Keith took a moment to look towards Lance, meeting his eye.

He could say yes. He could say Lance would be able to see his family again, feel the rain and sunshine on his skin.

But he also knew Lance deserved honesty, more so than comfort.

“I don’t know. We’re so far away and fighting a war that’s spiralling out of control. We..I just hope we make it.”

“Do you want to? Do you want to go back?”

Keith thought of his shack, of the trinkets and photographs stocked in shelves and boxes, his bike that was probably left to decay outside the cave they first found Blue in. He looked down to his hands, remembering that purple glow on his skin that haunted him ever since.

“I do. Maybe not right now, but once I’ve found answers, found myself…I do.”

That seemed to be enough for Lance, who stood up with a huff, clapping his hands and closing the map with it, the green glow gone, the Milky Way disappearing along with it as the usual white light filled the room again.

“We’ll make it. We’ll go back. We’re going to win this, kick Lotor’s and whomever else’s ass we need to kick, and then we can all have some long vacation by the beach. My nieces would definitely love to braid your hair once they meet you.”

Keith raised an eyebrow at that, feeling his lips tug into a gentle smile.

“And I’d love to meet them too then.”

Lance’s mouth opened and closed multiple times yet said nothing, not even as Keith got up and put a hand to Lance’s shoulder.

“Please remember I mean it though, This team wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“I-yeah-yes. Okay.”

Keith dropped his hand from Lance’s shoulder as he turned to leave, surprised when he felt a warmth tug on his wrist.

“Wait!”

He turned around, taking note of how the tip of Lance’s nose reddened, his eyes blinking and looking anywhere but Keith’s face.

“Um, you’re forgiven. For being a stubborn mullet. And uhm, thanks.”

Keith tugged his wrist free, choosing to instead interlace his fingers with Lance’s as he turned to face the taller boy, an action he’d later on proceed to overthink of and feel his cheeks fluster at the mere memory.

“Anytime” he grinned, bringing Lance in for what was the first, and definitely not the last hug Keith would ever initiate.

If they both lingered in the touch a moment longer, well, then that was just for them to know.

******

I KNOW THESE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ANGST PROMPTS BUT I’VE BEEN WRITING ANGST FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS I NEED SOME FLUFF IN MY LIFE hope you don’t mind

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pink-ink-goblin · 7 years

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Aftermath

(Anti and Dark’s mudslinging in the recent video had me in tears. I know it’s not canon, and that I’m pretty late to the party, but I couldn’t help writing something about it. Here’s a poorly written oneshot about two salty edgelords. And many Kudos to @adreamoverlife for not only having the courage to sift through this mess, but for giving me angles to work off of!)

Warning: Lots of conjecture and poorly made arguments.

Dark threw himself out of his portal, grasping wildly in front of him for something - anything - solid, staggering until he slammed into his heavy desk with enough force to scoot it a good half a foot before sagging heavily onto it. The portal closed behind him with a sound like sand in a sifter, dissipating into wisps of black smoke, leaving him blissfully alone to recuperate.

That had been close. Far too close. It wasn’t the first time he had had to flee his own dog - she honestly had the capacity to be much scarier than he was - but poor Choco; how on earth could he have forgotten about her? He rose a hand above his head lazily, forehead resting against his other arm, and with a flick of his wrist, a bowl of food appeared somewhere within the void. He had no idea where, but he had faith Choco would find it.

And now, in the peace of his office, he had time to reflect on how poorly things had turned against them both. It was meant to be a showdown. A final stand. An act of dominance and defeat. Something the demon had been preparing for for months in tandem with his glitchy rival. But, when the day came and Dark had opened his void to allow Anti passage, neither of them had expected any of the other negative egos to collectively jump in as well.

It had been… interesting to see what else the world had to offer, and bothersome when they couldn’t have the battle that they had planned for so long; but it became truly ire inducing when Dark, in near blind panic, had to take the quick route home to escape the wrath of his own dog. Embarrassing and very messy. At least she had eliminated pretty much all witnesses.

With all hope, maybe she had taken Anti as well…

A quick high pitched flickering sound, followed by some heavy stumbling and a lot of choice swearing, unfortunately, told him otherwise. The demon raised his head and sighed wearily.

“J̷̧͜e̢͢͡su͢͝s̕҉̡ ̕Chri̶st̕ ́͏́D́͢a͞ŕ̕k,” Anti chirped, holding his arms out and flicking them around, throwing viscous droplets everywhere. "M҉a҉ybe re҉me̢m͡b͢e̢r͠ ta ͝f͏e͠e͏d̷ y̕our ͢d̢og̢ ͞b҉e͢f͢o͡r̷e ́we ͘t̢ry ta ̛t̡hr͞ow͡ d̀own ne͝x͞t ̷tim͞ȩ.”͠

“She has food now,” Dark replied flatly, running a hand through his hair and scowling upon finding unwanted wetness.

“Oh͢,̀ that͘ ̛w͘a͘s ̧y҉ou?͘ T͜h͝a̷nk̢ God̡,͞” Anti sighed in relief. “Sh͝é ̸alm̶o̧s̢t ̕t͝ook̸ my̛ ͟b͠ļoody͏ he̸ad͢ ͞o̵f̶f.͝”

Dark let out a short breath through his nose - a near laugh - before standing up and turning to fully face the glitch. “Huh, guess I should have waited a little longer.”

“̵Bi̷g co҉wa̴rd̵. ͝D҉on’t ͞ma҉k̨e y͠oųr ͡dog͢ ̛do ͘y̧òưr di͢rty͝ ̴work̀ f͏o̶ŗ yo͢u͢..”̢ Anti bit back, giving him a dirty look. He took pleasure in the minor twitch on Dark’s face as he wrung out the hem of his shirt all over the carpet.

“Why are you even here? Go away,” Dark commanded petulantly, emphasizing his desire with a shooing motion. “I’m sure the good doctor would like to go home as well.”

“͘No҉t͝ic͟ed ͢tha͝t̷,̵ h͞uh?͠” Anti grinned, head glitching to the side a few times to show off a gauge-free ear.

“Of course. You can’t do a damn thing without a host.” Dark scoffed.

“Ps̕h,͡ ͞at ͝l͢eas̢t̡ I ͡do̴n̷’͘t̢ ne͞ȩd permiss͏ion,҉ ̷y͜a̢ decr̛èp͡i͢t̛ ͟o͠l͏d͝ ̸vam̷p̕i̷r͠e,” Anti sneered obnoxiously. Dark gave him a weary stare.

“Have we really devolved into petty name calling?”

“I͘ ca͡n̢’͠t͢’ve ̴i̶n̛ju͘red͞ y͢ǫu̵r̵ ove̡r̨b͜lown̸ ̛s̢en͡se ͟o͜f ̶pri̵de ̶al̶rea͟d̨y?̶ ̧I͠f̢ I͞’͠d͜’̀ve ̸kn͢ow̶n̷ ̡y̧a̵ were̡ ͡so̶ ̀f̶ra̸gi̸le͠ ̨i͞n ̛your ҉o͢ld͏ a͟g͢e ͏I ̀wou̕l͢dn̸’͜t̡’v̵e̶ ev͜eǹ c͜ḩalĺeng͏ed́ ̢y̧a ̶in̷ t̀he firs͠t̷ ̢p͘l҉ac͏e̵.̕”͢

There was a gleam of something dangerous in Dark’s eyes, like the stirring of a mighty beast from his watery lair, as the day finally grew longer than the demon’s patience. He drew a calming breath before continuing.

“Once again, I suggest you leave,” Dark demanded in clipped tones. “Or I’ll have Google eradicate you like the computer virus you are.”

Anti sighed and shook his head. Or, at least, tried to. The glitching made it difficult to follow. “͝The͠r͞e̵ yo̕u͢ go̶ ̢a͏g̛a͠i̧n͠,̕ ̡m̶aki͢n͏’ ̀ơt̛h̛e͟rs ̡do ͢your̢ j͜o̕b. ͞How̛ is̴ ̴s̸ome̴ơn̵e a̵s̵ ͢i͠nc҉ap̛a̷bl̛e͘ ͘as͘ ýo̴u st҉i̷l͠l i̧n c̕ha͟rgé?”

“Perhaps because I can hold a corporeal form for more than five minutes,” Dark spat, stretching his neck as he he tried to quell the swirling chaos within him. “I understand how it’s difficult for a Tulpa to fathom that kind of power.”

Anti narrowed his eyes. That was a low blow. “Y̡ę̡aḩ,̨̢ ̷͞s̴̸͢u̸͡re̢, p͋ͭ̒̇ͨ̂҉͏ō̵ͣ͂̿w̵͗ͫ͆é̵̸ͫͥr͋ͤ̏̓͊̈́̊̔͠. F̴ų͠nn̕y̸͜ ̡h͏̴̢o̷̷w̶͢͝ ̛͟I͜ ̵͞n̷e̷͞v͏e͘r̨͠ ҉g̕é̸t̨́ ͜r̡̕e͏j̛҉̀e̵̷c̀͘͡t́͜è̷d f̵̡̡r̴o̡m͡ ̶́̕m̨͢y ̡͜͠o͜ẁn ̶͜sh͡͡ęll ̨͜ą́t̴ ̢raǹ̸d̛͘͠o҉̨m̶̸̨,͡ ̵y̶o͏u͞҉̷ ̴̛̕p̀͢o̷̡o̧̨ŗ͠ly͏̷̕ ̨͡pu̸̧t҉ to̢g̶et̷͟ḩ̴e̸̛r̵̨͡,̛́͢ ̧́͡d͏i͡c̢͢hro̴͢m̧̀a̛ti̧̛͞c,̨͝͠ e͝͡m̷͞o ̢̕w̷͜͝a͟ńn͘͟a̶͡-̕b̷̀͜e.̵͡”

Dark’s snarled viciously, his shell cracking into three eye-crossing colors; red and blue skewing Anti’s vision as the ghost of a reflection flickered behind the demon with teeth bared.

And in a blink, it was gone, Dark standing there as if nothing had happened, seething inside, but prideful enough not to let it show. Anti, however, was not fooled by the cool act and glitched a little as a wicked grin spread across his face.

“U̢h̛-oh̴, ̷am ̧I̕ g̢et͠t͜in͟’́ ̴u͜nd͟er ̛t͘h̕at̷ ͘thi͢n, ̶e̵l͞de͘r͜l͘y sk̛i̕n o’ you͞r̶s?” The computer bug giggled, but there was something in the way he smiled. It was something almost calculating that made Dark pause to think twice about the teasing.

And then it clicked.

The air around them grew cold as the corner of Dark’s lip twitched, but his irritated glare remained uninterrupted. “Really? You really want to start this again right now after that sorry display?”

“My͟ ‘̕s̸orr͜y ̢d҉i̸sp̨lay’? L͝o̴òk̢ ̷wh̛o’s ͢tal͠k͡in͝’̡.͝” Anti pressed nastily, but his terrible grin grew that much wider at the acknowledgement. Finally.

“I refuse to play this game,” Dark replied shortly, drawing himself to his full height which was just barely taller than Anti himself. “Go home and bother Sean.”

“͞C̀’͘mon, ̷ólḑ m̴a͞ǹ, ̷g̵et́tin̷g͟ t͢ír̛e͟d al͏r͢e̛ady? ̨Go̸tt͏a ͡g̕e͢t̡ ̶rea̛d͢y ͠foŕ t̛hat ȩa͟r͟l̡y͟ aft̡ern̷óo͞n̕ ̸b̵eḑtim̵e?͢”̴

Dark paused, eyes narrowing. The demon had only a limited amount of patience before he could no longer tolerate disrespect in any form, and the day had gone on for far too long already. Their fight had been interrupted, his dog had tried to make a snack out of him, he had been made to look a fool and now Anti was here trying to do it all over again. It was too much. If this damnable creature was so desperate for a lesson, then Dark would be more than happy to put him in his place.

He fixed Anti with a hard stare and the glitch’s grin looked like it would rent his face in two. “You have a filthy habit of picking on people who are infinitely bigger than you. Perhaps this is why you’ll always spend your days at the bottom of the proverbial barrel of bargain toys.”

“Says͜ t̶he̷ ̢ḑe͟mo͢n ̛w͏ho̸ r̶uns̶ t̀ḩe ̷m̷isf͏i̕t̶ c̵of́fee sh̕op. Y̧òų ͝wo҉u͟l̀dn͞’҉t kno̴w̛ ͜ho͞w to g͜a̕in͡ ͡ṕrope͟r at̨te͢nţįoń ̷f͡r͢om ͟a two͏-̷s̷t́ep͜ pla͠n.͟”

“Because I don’t need to clamber for attention to remain alive,” Dark countered crossly. “How does it feel to have a following that doesn’t love you for you, but for what you do?”

“̕W̶̛̛h̨͞y ̛d͢o̧̕n҉’͝t̢͡ ̶́͠y͘où t̨̡e̸͠ĺ̷̛l̨ ̧́m̕e̡͘?̸”̛ Anti spat back, but there was a hint of defensiveness in his voice. Dark had managed to touch a nerve. “T҉̴͘h̢ey ́k̶͠n̨ǫ͜ẃ w̷̧h̶̛̀a̢̨t̸͏ y͢ò̡u͜ ̷r̶̸è̵al͢͝l̵̕͡y̕ ͘ar̨e͝.”͘

“And yet they still come to me. No one actually loves you,” Dark pressed maliciously, feeling his barely contained power rolling within him violently, nearly tearing him apart. “No one even loves what you do. They love the game, but as soon as you play your final hand, they will all collectively turn away and you’ll be back on the bottom fighting to stay relevant.”

“You’̢re͡ ͘w̛ròng ͟t̕he҉r͞e͢, Ḑ̀ͭ͑ͦͦͨͤ͜a̵ͨͯ̍ͦͧ̄̈ͦ̋͟r̛͊̃͊̀͑̿͘k̛͑͗̽̅̐ͯ̈͐͏ḯ̛ͪͯͯͨ̓̀p̴̈͊̾ͪ͗̂̚͟͡ǫ̨͊ͮ̄͊̐̚o̡ͪ͘,̵̶͊̓͆ͩͬͦ”͂͊͋͋ Anti singsonged, but it sounded rough and bitter. Dark had found his sore spot and was systematically picking away at it. It set Anti’s sharp teeth on edge. “̵͟Th̕e҉̴ŕ̸e̸̶̴ ͝i͏͞ş́́ ̵̡n͏o̸̧ ͜͝d͏͝i̵̕f͠f̶̸̢e͢r̷̀͘e͘͠͞n̸҉̢c͜͡e̛ ̸b̧̡é͜͝tween͡ ̶̀͏l̕͟òvi̶҉͝n̢g͡ ̸͢͝t̸̨h̷͝e͘ g͡͏̧ąm̸ę,͢ a̢n̕͘͝d̴͡ lo̢͞v̡̛͢i̷̧̕ng̡ ͢thȩ ̧̢͢o̕҉̀ne͘͢s͏͡ ̴w̶̨hơ̶ r̢͠u͢n͠͞ ́ì̵̢t̡̕.҉̶ ̛I̶͟͠ ̧́g͟͜͟e͘t́ ̢͞p̛͡͞o͜we̛͞r͡ ́by̴͟ ̵̧͢p͜ŗ̨͘ox͏̕y͞,̧͘ ͞͡͏s̵̢͞ơ̛ ̕I͏ ̢͠win̸ ̸̕͞b̶y̡͞͠ d̛͝ef͟͞a͝ul̢t̸. ̀Y̸̡o̧u͜’͢͢d ͢͝ń̵e̴̵ve̸r̕͢ kno̵̧̨w̧ w̶h̛́à͞t̕͟ ̡̀t͏ḩ̷a̷ţ̨ ̷͏w̕͟à͝s͝ ̵̴̢l̛͘͠įk̢͢e͡ ̷̛b̡̛ec͘a̶̶͠us̕e҉ ̕͟y̵̧o͠u̕ŕ ̕҉͡g̷̷a͏͝m͞és͠҉ ś̡u̕͘ck̶̶ ́t̀h̷͞e ͜l͢i̸f̀́͠e͡͡ ̡͡o̢ut͘͢ ҉́o͝f̸͝ evę́r͟͠y̡̛̕ǫ̸n͡e pl̴͜ay̧i͜n͠g͝.̡͡”̕͝

“That may be true,” Dark purred. “But my ‘game’ is only dependent on one single moment of weakness in my prey. Yours needs constant validation - like a restive child - and the masses do not possess that kind of patience nor attention span. You act as though your plan is greater, but, in the end, mine takes absolutely, even in times of lull.”

“̵̕Y̵o͜͝ú̴́r̶͜ ͘p̶l͡a҉͡n̶ ̨̧is͞҉ ҉̛f͘l͡ąw̛ȩ́d̷͝!̨”͘ Anti snarled, pointing forcing at him. “̶̕͜A̡n̨͟͏d ̷͘y͞ou̵͘͝’̴r̕e͟ ́t̡͝o̧o̶̢̕ ҉c̴̴onc͜ei̴t̡͜ed͞ ̸̛t̢ò̡͟ ͠͡s̢̛e̷̛̛e͡͡ ̕it͘!̶̶”̴̢

Dark’s form twitched, displacing itself like an incorrectly taped VHS reel, before he came back and spat: “Coming from an ill-conceived, limited, glitch like you? Such bold hypocrisy.”

“͜Oh́,̶̢̛ ͜Í̶’̛m͝ t̨͏̧h̡́͜e̶̷͢ ͡h͜͡y̛͝p͢ocrį͝t͢e̷͠?̶̵” Anti hissed, looking murderous. His hands curling into claws at his sides while his glitching grew in intensity. He opened his mouth to argue, to cut with words where his knife couldn’t, but he found his well had run dry. Dark sensed this hesitance and dug in for the kill.

“Face it,” The demon growled, the words that rumbled deeply in his chest spoken slow and pointedly. “You’ve lost this battle. You have no place in this world. And those beings you cherish will never love you for you.”

“̛͆ͫ̓ͬ̍̈́͑̈̑̅ͫͣ̇̊ͪ́̋̃ͩ̕͞T̈ͩ̿̐̎͏̴̧̨͠H̸̴̅̓ͧ͌͝E̶ͭ̓̿̓͑͌̊ͭ̂̚͘͘͡Y̢̢̿̃́̿͌̇ͤͯ̉̑̐҉̸’̸̸̶̨̢ͩ̆̋̈ͯ̔ͩ̓̑͒̓̎̿ͩ̉̓͆̓̚L͂̀̉̽͝͡҉̶L̴͂ͫ̄̈̔͊͟͠ ͯ͊̔͆̃ͭ̔ͨ͐ͨ̎̇̍̋ͤ͊̆̿́̚͏̸N̍͊͑̀̅̒́̃̉ͨ̽҉̸҉Eͪͤ̎̓̑͗̅̾̇ͤ̅͛̾͒ͮ́ͧ͛̀͡V̍͑͌̉ͥ̉̅̊ͫͮ͋̇̂ͥ҉̨͘E̛ͮͯͣ̈̉ͧ̆̚R̷̢̿̊̉ͫ̿̔ͤ̽͂ͧ̐̎̕ ̧̢ͣͥ̉ͯ̈ͨ͛̀ͮ̉͋̔͗̔̊̉ͦ̊͛L̶̷ͫͣ̏̾ͭͧ̉ͩͫ̾̊̈̕͠O͊ͮ́̂͆̃̀̕V̡̅͒͋ͯ̀̑̎̏̌͊ͯ̒̈́̆̽̉ͪͦ̕̕͢͡Ë̡́͋̅̀͂͐ͯ͒ͣ͗̄ͤ͒ͮͮ̈́̂̚̕͢ ̛̌ͤͦ̃͒ͯ͂ͣͩͧ̓̏͋͌͆̚̕͘͞͝Y̸̡ͪ̒͑͂̌͘͢͟O̶̢ͩ̔͋͑ͫ̔͆͝͞Ů̧̑̆̅̓͛̆̂͂̚͜͟ Eͦ͑̈́͛̓̀͢͢͜͝Iͭ̈́̉͌ͬ̀͞T̅ͣ͂̌ͦ̒͏̶̀͜H̡̧̊̔ͦ̂̓͊͑̀̿́Ē̽ͨ͛ͫ͊͒͒̓̽ͤ̓͂̉͌̎̐ͧ̀͟͝͝R̡̓ͨ͌ͭͮ̽ͦ̾̀ͪ͐ͩ̌̒̉ͣ̕͜͡͝!̃̄̇̂͢͏͘!̨̧ͧ̎̃͋͌̎̌ͨ͂̅̈́̀ͩ̈̚”̴̧̌ͩͤ͋͜͜͞ Anti shrieked with rage, everything about him, including the air around him, glitching about spastically.

With a roar that sent the office quaking, Dark’s shell finally broke completely, the room flooding with black smoke, encasing them both and drowning out the rest of their surroundings. Anti looked around, glitching about to prevent a sneak attack, but the demon had disappeared into the cloud. But not for long. When Dark reappeared, he was a scant foot or so from Anti, looking like he was being lit from underneath by a myriad of blinding lights.

“Their ‘love’?” Dark’s multi-layered voice hissed, his eyes wide and his mouth open like he intended to rip Anti apart with his teeth. “I don’t want their love! I want their undivided devotion! I want their subjugation!” Everything flickered and suddenly Dark curled in on himself like he was in pain, twitching wildly, hands clawing in front of him as he shouted: “I WANT THEIR VERY ESSENCE!!” Another flicker and he was standing stiffly, a bloodthirsty smile dominating his face. “I want their everything, and I will BLEED them dry to get it! And when they have nothing left to offer, I will cast them aside like a used husk, empty and broken and still pleading for more! THIS WORLD IS INFINITE AND I WILL NEVER RUN OUT OF AMENABLE TOYS TO BREAK! They may flock to you now, and dance for you, but they will grow tired of the teasing and pawing. You have nothing grander to offer than hints, puzzle pieces, and scornful words.

“So when you stand here and accuse me of wanting to be loved, I can only laugh at your ignorance and wonder if you will ever realize how small minded you truly ARE.”

A normal being would have backed down. A normal being would have been afraid. A normal being would have run, pleaded, cried… anything. But Anti was not a normal configuration of being. The virus blinked forward in an instant, closing the distance to mere inches as he looked up at Dark with a snarl.

“Ṡ̷̸̸́̀̑̏̽ͦ̋͆ͪ͒͜͢M̸̡̢ͣ̍̎̌̏ͧͬ́̚̕A̷͌̾̀͑̽ͯͥ̋̃̓̇̅̕͞͞Ľ̡̢͊̾̇͗ͮ͛̈̐͊̔̊ͨ̒͗̊̒ͦͧ́Ĺ̛̎̊͌ͧ͆͌͡ ̢̈́̿̾ͨ͒̀ͭ͊̕M̊̎̄̾̿̓͗̿̎͑͘͢Ḯ̵̸̢̛ͣ̑ͦ̀̃̃ͣͦ͆̈͐N̡͂͒̑͊̇̋ͨ͝D̷̍ͩ͒̎̿͘͠Ę̷̋͐̑ͯ͛͟͞͡D̴̸̅̔ͦ͌̒̽ͦͪ͒̉ͨ͗͆̒͘͝͠?̶̸̶̷͛̄̑͗͆̄͊͆̇̑” Anti’s voice had broken, sounding distant and right next to Dark’s ear at the same time. He was defecting side to side now, jumping from giggling and looking like he was in his own brand of pain. But his words were as solid as the tone that followed them. “̧͡Y̛͘͞͞O̧͘U̴̡̡͞R̸̛͘ ̡͝G̴̀O҉̛͏À͡L̷̡̀͠ ́̕͟͝H̸̡̀͜A̴͡͠S͘͝ ̀҉͜͢À̡̕ ҉̸̶̀͝F̧͢͟I͘Ņ́͘I̶̷̵̕͡T́̀͜È̷͘ ͠P͡Ơ̧̨͡W̶̕͠E͏͘͢͟R̨ ́́S̵̸͡O̸͞Ų̴̢͞Ŕ̶C̢͞҉É̡̡̧͜. ̷́҉W̴͡H̡͢͏̵E͞͏͢͏N̸͏̶ ̨͡T̵̕Ḩ̶̕͜Ę̧ ͟͞P̵̴͝E̸̢͢Ơ͏P̷̶͜͡͠L̴̛̕E̵҉̵ ͟͝C̶͜À̛̛͞T̸̨́͝͝C̸҉͘H͜ ̷̷͡͡O̴̴N̶̨͏.҉̀ ̛͢T̡̡͞͏H̶̴̡É͜Ý̢̀͠’̛L̛͠L̸͠҉͠͡ ̶̧͢G͠͞R̴̢̕͟͜O̵̢W̧̢̧͘͘ ̴̧̛͟S͘͜I̢C̷̕͡Ḱ́͏ ̛̛͞O̢F́͏̢̛ ̡͘Ţ̧́Ḩ̴̀̕È ̸͘͟͞U̷̕͢P̀͠P̸̧͝Ì̶͞T̨̕͢͡҉Y̵҉͟,̵͢͟͠ ̡͜͞͏P̵̢R͏̧̛͟Ò̵Ṕ͡Ę͡҉͝͞R͟҉,͏̷͏ ͢͏̧N҉̵͢I̵̧̕C̶̨̧͜͠E̛͢͠͞͠ ̶̵̢͢͞D̴̕͢È̶M̢̕̕͝͝O̧̢Ǹ͢͟ ̸̨̡̀A̸͜͞C̨͢͜͞͏T͘͢.̡̛̀͜ ̢͘Í̛͟N͠҉̵͘͞ ̸̷̡̨̀Ţ̵̸͝H̷͝͠͠Ę͢ ̧̡͞͞L͘͝͡͏Ó̀͟Ń̸̀͘͠G͠ ͢͡R҉̶Ú̷͟͠Ņ̨͢͜͡,̸͘̕͜͠ ̵̷̴͝I͏̢͢͡͠T̶̶̡͘̕’͞͞S̕͘ ҉̷̴̢̀À̷̶̶L͟҉L̸͝ ̕͟A̡͝B́͞O͘̕͜͞U͝͏T̶̡ ́͜͢͠Ţ͡H̕͝͡E͡͠ ̵̸͞͝E̸҉́̀͜N̨͜͡T̴̨̕È͢͢Ŕ̸̡̕T̵̶̨͘Á͘͟͠I̧҉̢͘N̡̧̢͢M̸͏҉E̵̛N̵͡͞T̨̡͟!̸̧̀̀͢ ̨͜͞͠È̵͘V̀̀͘͜É̷Ŕ͘͢͞Y̢̛͘Ǫ̵͝N̴̕͜͠҉E̕͘͢͞ ̧͟͞L̸̸̷͜͡Ǫ͡V͏E̢͝҉҉S̵̢̨ ̀͟͡͠A̴̢͢͠ ̵̡̧G͟͏̷Ó̷̸̸̀O̧̡͘D̢͟ ͡S̀͡H͏̶Ò́͘͝W̶͟!̴̡́͡!̴́͜҉ ̴A̵̡͟͞Ǹ̵̵͠Ḑ͟ ̴́͜͟I̢͟͏̷’̷͝M̴̛͜͞ ͜͞Ḿ̴͝Ó҉̸̀Ŕ̴̀͜͡É̴ ͏T̵̡̨҉Ḩ̵̨̀A̸҉̨́͡Ņ̶̀͘ ̷͢͠͞C͘͞A̵̡͠P̕͏̷A̕͡͞B̷̨͞͠͝L̢E̴̴̛͜ ̡҉O̴͘F̴̷́ ̡̡̡̀͏P̷̡͝R͢͠O̵͝͡V̵̢͞I̸̶̡̨D͏̶I̵̢͏N̸̕͢͠G̀҉ ̴̢́͘W̸̧͢H̀͘Á̸͡͝Ţ҉ ̷̵̧̧̕Ý̸̨͟Ò͜҉͟U̴̶͞͡ ̛͝L҉̵͏̷A̶̶͢͞C̨͏K̸̡͡.̨͟͝ ͏̷͜͠͠A͞N̴͢͡D̷̀͢͢͞ ́͝͠A̷̡͞L̶̛L̵̷̸̡͢ ̵̡͘͡Ò͘͞͝F̷̀͘ ̷̨̧́Ý̷̡͡O̴͜͝͞U̷̴̢̕͢R̨̨̕ ҉̴̧͜S̀͡I̡͘M̢͏̢̧P̶͟L̶̢E̛͠͝-́̕͘͟M̸̴̡I͢͠͞N̵̵͏D̴̨͠͠E̡̛D́͢ ̀͘͡F̧̕A̕͝N͘͝A̸͟͡T̸̸̸̛I̢̧͜͞C̨͏̵Ś̶ ̧̀̕͜Ẃ̴̡Ì̵̢̕͠L̸͝͠҉Ĺ̷ ̷̷́͠͞C̴̀͜͏̀Ơ̶M͜͡E̸͞͠ ̵̢҉̢C̵̷̡̀́R͡͡͡͠A̡̕͞W̶L̀́͘͝Į̶̡̛͢N̷̛G̨̛͜ ̷̸̛͢͠T͏̴͠͡O͟ ̷̶͜M͞͏͝E̵͘͜ ̢̨҉̧B̧̛͡Ę̛́͜͠C̸̛͜A̴̷̧U̢̢S̶Ę̧̕͡ ́͟I̧̕ ̷͠K̨͡N҉̛͢͠O̸̷̷̧͡W̢͏ ̛̀H̨͡͡O̧̡͝W̡͝͡҉ ͢͝T̵͠Ờ͘͘͟ ͢҉K͟͟͠҉̸È͞Ȩ̴̀P̶̧͝҉͟ ̸̀͘T҉H͘͠͏͟E̷̛M҉̵҉̧ ̛͠Ǫ̶͘Ǹ͡ ̸͟T͢͟҉H͏̸̡̀̕E̸̡̛͠͡I̶R̵̛̛̕͞ ̶̀͜T̡̢͢O̢̢͟͢E̛̛̕͢͡S͢͞!̨͟͢!̸͜ ̵̡̨̀́A̵̡̛͘͢S̴̷͢͞ ̴̕L̢̨̀͘O̴̡͞҉͢N̡̨͟͠G̸̢͢͠͡ ̴̢́͟͞A͡҉̶́S̨ ͏̨͜T̶͜H̴̨͟͢E҉ ̷͘͡Ẁ̧̨O̷̧͘R̴͢͞L̷̕͢D̵̀̕͘͘ ̸̨̨̛͘L͘͡O̕V͡E͘҉Ş̸̨̀́ ̧͢͜͡M͏̵E̛͘͜͝,̷̀ ҉̛͡I̵̸̧ ̢̢͟C҉̨́͜͝A̢͢͝Ņ̡͜҉ ̢D̶̛̛͡Ò̡́͘ ̀͜A̡͟N̵̸͢͝Y̢͞T̸͡͏̷H̸͠͝I̴͘̕͘͟Ǹ̸̡̀Ǵ̷̸͞!̷́͜͡ ̵͏̢S̕͘͜͜Ą̷Y̡̢͏ ̷Á̸̛͠Ǹ̶̶͡Y̡҉̸͏T̵̴̵͠H̶́͞Ì̢̕͝N̡҉Ǵ̷͞!̵̷͜ ͡I̸̛ ̶̴́͝͞B͏̴Ŗ̴͢͞Ì̶̵̕N̷̛͞͡Ģ́͘ ̧̨̀͞T̸̵̵͏̷H̶̴̡̛É̶̷M̡̨͢͟͝ ͡T̷͢͢͝͠Ó̸̵̕͠ ͟͜͠Ţ͜͏͜H̴̢͟Ę̶̛͠I̛͟Ŗ̸ ̵Ḱ͘͝͠Ń̴̵͟E̵̛É̡̕͜͠S̸̢̀͟ ̸̛A̕͏̷̷̡N̸͟͝D̨̀͘͘͜ ̵̧̛́T̡̕H͜͏E̸̢̛̛͞Y̸̸̷͘͜ ̛̀͜L͏͡͠͞O̶̡͡V̸҉͢E͏̴̷̶̡ ̸̶̧̀T̸̵͘H̷͢E̕͜͡ ̧̛̕T̢́̀͝͏O̷͘͠Ŗ͠T̡̧̨̡U̶͡R̛E̸͝!̴̴̷ ҉̧W̷҉͡H̵̨̧́͢E҉̸͠R͟͏̢͢͡E̵̴͘’̶̕͝Ś̴̢͜ ́́͏̡͜A̷͟͜͝͝N͜͜T̷̛̛́͜Í̷̶͘ ̸͏͡Ǵ̸̢̛̕O̶̧͏I͏҉̡̧Ņ̧̀͜͏G̢҉ ͠Ţ̀͜͞͞O̴̡ ̧҉̢͏̵Á̢̛͟P̛͢͞P̡҉̡E͏҉͢҉͞À̢Ŗ̷͟͏ ̢̢͟N̵̴͜͢͝É́͢͝X̴͟T̡?̡͘!̡͢͡ ͏̸́̀Ẃ҉H̵̡́͡͠Ó̧͞’̧́̕͡͞S̡̕͜ ̶̨̛͜͟H̨Ę̧͢͞ ̸̨҉͘G̶̨̕͜͠O̧̨͢͜I͢͝͏̛́N̷͢͜͝G͞ ̢̢̛͜T̷͡Ó̵̢͘͠ ̵H҉̵́͡A̧̕̕͜R҉M̸̵ ̶҉Ņ͢͠E͞X̡͜͟͠T̨̛͘?̸҉̵!҉̢ ̛̛͢Ẁ̧̕͢͝H̡̀҉̷͢O̴̴ ̴̛҉͢͟K̷̸̀͞N̨͘Ó͘҉͜W̢̡̕S̶̶̸ ̶́B̷̀͜͠͠E̷͘C͘͡A̧̡Ú̷̧S̷̨͘͝E͏҉̷͜ ͘͘҉̸̕I̵͏̡͜͜ ̢͜D̵́͞͏͟O͡͝Ņ́͝’͝͏Ţ̀̕͘ ̢͟͜͞͠K̸̵̨̧͟I̶̧̕͡͞S̡̛͠S̷̨͘͝ ̛͝À̶̵̡͟N̵̡̢͢Ḑ҉̸̛͜ ͜͠T̨̛́͏͏E͏̴̛L͝L̴͡!͘͡!̶̀͡͞ ̶͢Y̧͘͜Ǫ̷͟͢U̸͏̡̢̛’̀͡R̨̀E̴̴̡ ̷͜͠A҉ ̶̢̧̛͡O̵̵̡͘N̵͝͞E҉̶ ͠͞͏A̛҉̴̛C҉͠T̶̨͡ ̕͏S̨̕͏H̕͟͜Ó̶͘͜͡Ẁ͢҉̕ ̡̢͠A̴̕̕͟͡Ǹ͟͟Ḑ̛ ̛͟N̸͢͞͞Ǫ̷́͢͠ ̶͏̧̀Ǫ̷͘͡͡N͘͢E̷͜͡͞͡’̨͞Ś̴̨ ̛͏̵̸Ģ̶̨͜͝O̢͘͟҉҉N̛̕̕͝ǸÁ̕ ̷̕͜͠H̶̀͘͞͏A̴̵̡͟N̢Ģ̛̀͞ ̴́Á̀̕͢R҉̧̛́O͘U͞͏N̷̨̕͢͡D̨͢͠͏ ̡̨͡F͘͘Ò̵͜Ŗ̸͘͡ ̵̧͠T̀͠H̴̢́͞͡E̶̶͝͞ ̡͞S̨͞ĄM̧͟Ę̶̧͡ ҉̷Ò̸̕͏̛L̵͢͟͞D̛̀̕͟͞ S̶̸̡̗̰͍̩̟̠̹͎̮͔̱̙̦͚̼̠C̴͉͉̺͞H́͞͏̢͈̙͍͍̝̟͍̼͎͈̺̬̻̫͖T̷̢̰̖̹̞̱̝͎̻̭̻̞͖͍̦̭͍͍̜̲͜͠Į͏̱͚͍͔̳͉̙̖̰̤̥̝̳̟̪ͅC̛͢͏̠͕̳̝̙͚̩̜̣̟̖̺̗̼̲͡K̷̴̢̩͓͈̳̗̘̟̣̯͝͞.̸͘͢͏̘̯̻̘”̵͢͞͝͝

“Y̷͢O͜҉U͢͠R̴̷͟ ̢͘͞Ḑ̕͠͏A̶͝Y͏̶́Ş̷̢̧ ̶̕͞A̴̡͞R̸̵͟É̴͞ ̨̛͟͢͞Ņ̴U̵̶̡͞͡Ḿ̶͞͠҉B̸̵̨̛͜E̡̨̕R҉͜É̶̴͞D҉͟͏ ̵́͢͝͡D̶̸̡A͢҉Ŗ͜҉K҉̴͞Y̕.̴̛͜͞ ͏̶̛̕B̧̧͡Ȩ̷͜͏S̶T̴̕ ̵̸̡̛͡S͘͠͞T̡͜͟͝A҉҉͘R̷̴̶̨̧T̡ ̸̡͜͢͡M̸̷̕͏͟À͞K̀͘͜͠I͘͜N̛͏̛G̶̸͏ ҉̨̕T͘͟H͏̵͠E̡̢̕͢M̷҉͜ ̴̷̵͢͞Ç̧͢͡O̴̴̕͢͠ƯN̡͝T͢͢.̸̀”

Anti’s final words reverberated around the void, bouncing around erratically as the echo tried to contain as many voices as possible. But it was snuffed out like a candle flame as their powers flared up around them, whipping wildly as far as one could see. Anti’s flickered shades of green and cast off small clusters of free floating glitches that blinked in and out of existence while the virus himself glitched to and fro erratically. Dark, however, was perfectly still for once, the darkness he exuded spreading and flowing like water while his form cracked into two eye wrenching red and blue reflections of himself. Both of their stances screamed mass murder...

But neither of them moved, staring the other down close enough that their noses almost touched. The demon’s face was a barely contained stone mask of intimidation, while the virus held a wide cheeky grin that spoke every promise of violence. Their powers collided around them, dark tendrils whipping at technicolor glitches, creating small, brilliant explosions of pixels and smoke.

Just one move. All it would take was one move, and the very environment could explode. Reality itself would end, unwoven by two titans with extreme chips on their shoulders. And as they watched each other, they felt the tension come to a head.

“You have no class.” Dark nearly whispered, the ghost of an unnerving smile tugging at his lips.

“T̀͜c̕͜͟͡h̶͢,” Anti tutted playfully, completely unfazed and matched the demon’s low tone. “̸̡͏T̀el̡̡l ͏҉m͜͟e͝ ͘͘w̴҉h̡at̶͜ ͞y̷̶o̧͢͠u͘̕r̴̡ ̸̢̨H͞ò̢t̨ ̧͞Tó̵̢p͏i̛c̨̢̀ ͏͡b̡͞u̴̢dg͘͢e̷̵̵t͘ ̨͟͢i̶͝s͜ ̶͜ą̡͟n͢͟d̷ ́̕th̡eń̡ ͡we̶’̢̢ļ̸l̢͢ t͘a͜l̷̵̛k̷͡.̷̸͘”̸҉

The silence stretched into what could have been years, the tenseness between them coming to a dangerous head. This was it, the final clash. A test to see if time and space could handle two infinite beings going head to head. Both were ready; it was going to be the battle of their lives.

Or it could have been if, all of a sudden, the silence of the room hadn’t been broken by a poorly contained snort, followed in quick succession by the very disjointed sounds of someone unable to hold back their chuckles.

And neither of them knew why, or who broke first, but suddenly the room was filled with distorted, hair-raising, uncontrollable laughter. The echoey, chorus of the damned that was both of their voices resonating into and against the very walls that contained them. Dark had an elbow resting over the top of the table while he was doubled over, shell broken and throwing reds and blues everywhere, while Anti had just allowed himself to fall where he stood, body contorting and rolling as he glitched to all possible corners of the room.

As it finally began to subside, all of their earlier animosity and tension evaporated; the shadows that had encased them dissipating back into Dark’s immaculate office. They shared the mutual look of two beings who had only been playing a game. A very dangerous game that could only be appreciated between two demons of such immense power.

And as everything finally calmed, Anti glitched back to his feet as Dark fixed his jacket.

“Th͡a̶t ̸wąs fu͘n̕,̡” Anti grinned, the act still looking mean even if it wasn’t meant that way. “Wa͞nt̵ ͘to d̵o͞ t͢h̷̨a͏t̀ ag̶ai̸n ҉sométìme?͞”

“Pick a date.” Dark replied casually. The demon watched with amusement as Anti looked mildly surprised to be given the reigns, but the little upstart had finally proven that he was worthy of Dark’s respect, if only a touch.

“A̵lri̕g͜ht,́ I͞’l̵l͘ ţhink ͘a͡b͏o̴ut ҉it,̴” The glitch crossed his arms, trying to hide his excitement behind his cocky snark. “But̸ w̛e͜’̡r͠e̛ ͠g̸oin͠g͢ ̨t͝a my̛ ͘p͡lace͠ th̷i͜s tim͟e. ̷An̨d ŕe͠m̶e͜m̛b͟e͝r ̀ta f͟ee̢d y̶our dàm̸n͜ ͏d̵og͞.”

“Fair enough,” Dark chuckled. He gave a lackadaisical wave as Anti blinked once, twice, and, with a effect not unlike a breaking computer monitor, he was gone, leaving behind a few distored clips of laughter that disappeared shortly after he did.

Oh, they were going to take this world by storm. He had already known himself capable, and had every plan already laid out, but if he could twist Anti just right...

Then everything would be his.

Who won this battle? You tell me. Also let me know if Anti’s text was too much and I’ll dive in and tone it down.

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Metal Gear Weevil: Code Monsoon

Up in his penthouse suite at World Marshall HQ, Monsoon lay on his bed bored and fed up. He had just taken a pasting from Raiden on Revengeance mode, which had severely dented his pride and his dome. He needed something to cheer him up. Normally he would have amused himself by polishing his magnets, in particular his wheel and Distopia but he was that annoyed that this time, these things would not suffice.

No, I have to fight these urges, he thought to himself as dark thoughts crept into his mind.

He had tried to fight them before and managed to supress them with super strength Nanomachines. If people knew about the feelings he had, he would be cast out as a disgrace to all Desperado. He would be fired from his position and branded a weirdo, a freak, an abomination. Nobody would ever speak to him again, if they ever found out about the hideous fetish he longed for…

Mutation.

No!

"I can't," he whispered to himself.

At that moment he felt his codec buzz: a message from Mistral. He groaned in displeasure.

'Hey sexy, fancy some company tonight? I want to feel you deep inside me again.'

Oh God, that terrible night at the office party, she had got him drunk and they had done things… the Geckos… oh dear god those little dwarf Geckos… NO! He felt sick even at the blurred memories of it. It was horrible. But it had made him realise one thing for certain, cyborgs definitely did not excite him. In fact other cyborgs repulsed him, he longed for other things to satisfy his… 'urges'. He hastily called her back telling her, 'No thanks. I'm polishing my wheel,' and switched it off. His endeavour could not be disturbed.

It was the push he needed. He double checked the door was locked, closed the curtains in case of any peeping sliders, and pulled out his personal laptop. Nobody knew of its existence. They couldn't. He felt guilty and disgusted at himself for what he was about to do.

Mutation.

He didn't know why it turned him on so much.

T-virus, G-virus, Uroboros, T-abyss, Code veronica virus, C-virus… Oh yes!

He felt all his magnets tingle as he typed in the website . Oh yes… the images on the screen pleased him. Hunters, Majinis, J'avo's, Ogroman, Ustanak and those lickers… Damn. Mutation was his guilty pleasure. It was frowned upon in the society he lived in and his reputation would be destroyed if anyone even had an incline that this was how he got his kicks. Soon all feelings of guilt were gone as he was overpowered by lust and fierce desire. Looking at pictures wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to touch. He was not normally one for crudeness but he really longed to fuck some poor virus ravaged, mutated soul until they screamed his name in the most inhuman monstrous tone.

He searched for singles profiles. Maybe there was a mutant out there who harboured feelings for cyborgs. If she was out there, he would find her. After trawling through countless pages, he came across his dream date by the name of Alexia Ashford. He rubbed his chin and mused, "Exquisite."

She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Those tantalising tentacles, sexy scales, her burning red eyes… Monsoon was head over heels in love. He hungered to taste her sweet body. Boldly, he sent her a friend request and hoped she liked him too. Generally, mutants went with mutants, cyborgs with cyborgs and the two never crossed. It was an unwritten rule in life. Only the deep, dark and disturbed ever entwined them and Monsoon qualified for all three. Hopefully Alexia would too. She certainly looked like a twisted individual.

To his delight, she responded immediately.

'Hello my dear. How are you?'

Now Monsoon's magnets were well and truly buzzing. He shivered as they vibrated and he typed back, 'I'm fine. You're a pretty mutant.'

'Thank you. Are you worthy of my power?'

'I hope so. Let me show you nature's law so we can find out.'

'Oh what fun!'

They chatted at length, Monsoon's magnets now on red alert and vibrating like crazy. His cyborg heart was racing as was her virus ridden one. From their Internet conversation, it soon became very clear to Monsoon that Alexia was indeed into cyborgs.

Her message, 'I want to ride you like a donkey eeoorrhhh!' confirmed this.

Monsoon concluded that they were meant to be together, their souls were entwined. Never before had somebody sent him such a delightful message. He desperately wanted to be next to her and show her all his moves, maybe even introduce her to Distopia and Lorentz the Wheel. Perhaps he would even let her stroke them. He was also eager to see some of her moves too. Then suddenly, a new message:

'To meet or not to meet? I would love for you to come and serve me.'

It was as if she had read his mind! He told her nothing would give him greater pleasure. She told him her address, a castle on a place called Rockfort Island. He would have to catch a boat to get there! What a mission, plus he was a little nervous at being the only cyborg there but he knew that she would be worth it.

Early the next morning before the sun had even rose, he woke and polished himself up to be exquisite and stuffed his pouches full of 'essentials' for his meeting with Alexia, chuckling sinisterly to himself. At long last, he would be able to act upon his fantasies. He pulled a cheeky sickie with work, telling Armstrong that he felt too weak to come in, he was suffering with the dreaded glitch, and would need a few days in bed to recover.

"Huh, candyass, you need better nanomachines, son," Armstrong grunted at him.

Monsoon grinned silently to himself; if he only knew. He said goodbye to his beloved wheel as it was too big to take with him but he would take Dystopia, just in case of trouble, and scurried out to the port under the cloak of darkness.

He arrived at the port and looked at the destinations:

'Skyrim' hell no, 'Silent Hill', tempting but maybe some other time, 'New Vegas' definitely when he had more caps to spend, ahh 'Rockfort Island' – Gate 666 for the Queen Zenobia.

Monsoon waited in line to board and realised that in his rush, he had forgotten to book a damn ticket! How could he have been so stupid? Head was all clouded up with Veronica virus! However, he knew there was no need for panic – it was a mistake that was easily rectified. Thinking of his motto for life, 'the strong prey upon the weak' he spotted a young woman, Jill Valentine, standing alone in the queue. A smoke grenade would have been useful here but there were too many other people around, he had to try something more discreet. He sidled up to her in his purple aura, detaching all his parts and glitching ever so slightly to shock her and throw her off guard.

"Err… can I help you?" she asked, a hint of distain in her voice.

Cyborgs were very rarely seen in these lands, especially one as freakish as Monsoon. They were often met with hostility, born from fear. Weaklings deserved everything they got he figured. At least his darling Alexia was not so narrow minded. And Jill was not even mutation… eurgh. Humans repulsed him even more than other cyborgs.

He stared over her shoulder at nothing, a false look of horror slowly descending on his face and began to point with his one hand, while slyly detaching the other.

"What… what is that? Good god is that a wheel?" he asked, a staged quiver in his voice.

As predicted, Jill turned and looked at the fake distraction, giving him chance to quickly send his free hand into her back pocket and snaffle her ticket. Was she that stupid? On realising there was nothing there, she turned back and asked him, "What the hell? There's no wheel there what are you talking about?"

"Oh, I do apologise," he smiled back at her falsely. "As you can see, my eyes are not the best. In fact I don't have any. I must have been mistaken."

Jill's expression changed while Monsoon felt smug; she hadn't even realised she'd been robbed. The smugness soon turned to anger when he saw the pity in her eyes. Damn, if she knew the power he wielded! He did not need her pity!

"It's OK, don't worry about it, you do look like there's something wrong with you; you're awfully glitchy," she said and pulled out some kind of plant from her pocket… "Here, take this."

What was this? A blue herb? What the hell was a cyborg meant to do with a herb and why on earth was it blue? Was he meant to eat it or smoke it? He thanked her anyway; perhaps it would come in useful later. Maybe he could give it to Alexia as a token of his love. And he really resented the comment about there being 'something wrong with him'. And as for 'Glitchy'? How rude! He wanted to snap back 'at least I'm not laggy' but knew better than to lower himself with such childishness. He quickly moved away before she noticed her ticket was missing, shaking his head at her ignorance.

Little did he know, Jill's extremely possessive boyfriend was working as head of security and had seen on CCTV what he had done. Seething with rage, Nemesis vowed revenge.

Aboard the ship, Monsoon began to feel even more out of place. It was teaming with BOW's alike. He was definitely the only cyborg. He sat on the deck, attempting to be discreet, and watched them intently as they crawled, slithered, scurried and stomped past. They looked so much more endearing in the flesh; the screen on his laptop did not do them justice. And to see the many different ways they moved and hear the grunts and groans enchanted him in ways he had never thought possible. His magnets were vibrating again and his purple glow was exceptionally bright – damn it could be embarrassing sometimes, he may as well have had a beacon above him saying 'Turned on cyborg right here!' Of course, he never had this problem at home…

The view of the choppy waters soon put a stop to his arousal as a wave of seasickness hit him. Missing the bright lights of Denver and his precious wheel didn't help either, and neither did not being able to flaunt his powers. It would freak them out and he didn't want to run the risk of being thrown overboard. His appearance was unnerving enough for them, they couldn't handle him in his terrifying true form. Weaklings.

He went inside before the seasickness made him do anything unpleasant and headed for the bar. If ever there was a time for some Nanopaste it was now. The barmaid was a gorgeous blonde named Rachael who was oozing with T-abyss virus and Monsoon's mood was immediately uplifted. Wow, she was stunning. Not quite as stunning as Alexia but still hot enough to get his magnets going.

"Hiya, what can I get you?" she giggled flirtatiously at him.

"A double shot of Nanopaste please," he smiled at her.

"Nanopaste?" a look of confusion spread upon her mutated face.

"Yeah, you know, Nanopaste! White putty stuff that makes you feel good."

"Oh, amphetamines?"

"No!" Monsoon snapped impatiently. "NANOPASTE!"

Rachael glared at him angrily, "Do not raise your voice at me, cyborg. I am sorry but we don't do this Nanopaste you speak of."

She practically spat out the word 'cyborg'. Monsoon composed himself, they were bound to hate him if he lost his temper so quickly and yelled at the staff. He had to be polite.

"Forgive me, I'm just a bit on edge, what would you recommend then sweetie?" he grinned extending his hand across the counter in an attempt to offer his friendship as a disguise for a cheeky feel of her slimy flesh.

She swiftly pulled away intimidated by his glow and the strange humming sound his magnets were generating, and went on to show him the top shelf. Of course, this was BOW land. He had to drink whatever they did. The top shelf boasted a string of vials containing all manner of strong viruses, some of which he had never heard of.

Rachael looked him up and down, the corner of her upper lip curling in disgust at him.

"Well for you, I would say the G-virus."

"Is that your best?" Monsoon asked.

"Yes. Hurry up and stop wasting time with your unnecessarily long cut scenes."

"I'll have that then."

Again, he decided to take advantage of his abilities and detached his hand. If she wouldn't let him touch her innocently then he would cop a feel of her ass when she turned around to get his beverage. That would teach her. Oh, it felt good… so slimy… yes. His first touch of mutant!

"Eek what was that?" she shrieked.

Monsoon quickly returned his hand and smiled innocently, "I don't know. Nothing."

"Here," she said abruptly slamming the purple vial down on the bar. "That's 1000 exp."

The taste of the shot of G-virus was vile, resembling feet and armpits. Monsoon tried not to shudder as he necked it down in one. A big smirk was now on Rachael's face, like she knew the effect it would have on him. Within minutes it started to surge through his body.

To his horror, bits of his leg began to detach all by themselves and move away from him. Arh! What was this madness? He felt extremely dizzy too and was in dire need of a comfy place to sit down. He saw a sofa on the other side of the room and staggered to it, leaving a trail of pieces of his thighs behind. He collapsed on it and shattered all over the place, squealing. A foot rolled over to Ustanak who had been enjoying a quiet pint of C-virus, which infuriated him greatly. He snarled and booted it back towards the metallic mess and landed it in the side of Monsoon's head, turning it to face his violently twitching arm, as if it wasn't bad enough being kicked in the head with his own foot.

He stammered to himself, "No, not the glitch. Please don't let me get sick with glitch!"

"Pull yourself together!" Ustanak bellowed at him. "Nobody wants to see that weird shit around here! You may be able to do that fucked up stuff where you come from but we will not tolerate it on this ship! If you can't handle your G-virus then stay the fuck out of the bar!"

The angry yells of a huge, lumbering BOW snapped Monsoon back to reality and he did indeed pull himself together. Now everybody in the bar was staring at him. Two hunter children were that traumatised, they were in tears.

"I can take it," he said defiantly.

Thank god, his arm had stopped glitching. That was a relief. A nasty glitch infection would not look good in front of Alexia. It was of little comfort against the sheer embarrassment of falling apart in public, especially in front of such judgemental BOW's that he wanted to impress.

"Obviously you can't!" Rachael taunted from the bar. "Anymore of your freaky glitchy cyborg shit and I'll call security!"

Monsoon dusted himself off and muttered, "Ridiculous."

Why did these creatures hate him so much? Bad memes, it must have been. He could break this ship in two if he wanted, maybe he would once he was off it just to teach them a lesson. Parts of it would make lovely additions to his wheel…

Monsoon needed some time to recover from his shot of G-virus. Despite being able to hold himself together, there was still something not quite right. His fingers were tingling and he had a weird sensation in his arm. Urh. Hopefully it would ware off soon. He would certainly stick to Nanopaste in future, virus did not agree with him.

Feeling increasingly angry that his trip was going downhill, he needed something to pick his mood back up. The Queen Zenobia had a casino; he could have lots of fun there.

On his way there, he attracted lots of stares and whispers.

"Look at that!"

"What the fuck?"

"Oh my god, stay away from it children!"

"Holy shit, I knew cyborgs were gross but that one… EURGH!"

"Hope it doesn't get near me, it has a nasty disease."

This vexed Monsoon even more. Did they think just because he had a big dome on his head that he was deaf? Or were they so arrogant they didn't care? He wanted to scream in their faces to stop referring to him as 'it' and 'cyborg' and that he did not have glitch! He had a name!

"My name is Monsoon of the Winds of Destruction!" he triumphantly told the cashier at the casino.

"I don't care who you are, behave yourself and none of your weird coming apart shit," she responded, flinging his chips across the counter.

How did she know what had happened in the bar? They must have been contacting each other on codec. Damn these BOW's, they were really starting to get to him. Despite starting to hate their ignorance and downright racism, he was still shamefully attracted to them.

He made his way to the slot machines, where he spotted Jill again. How did she get on the ship without a ticket? It didn't matter. In fact he was glad; she was weak and he could toy with her again.

She was piling all her coins into slots and getting increasingly frustrated. Every time she lost, not because of her bad luck but because Monsoon was using his magnetic power to rig the wheels. He laughed maniacally to himself as Jill put the last of her coins in and lost again.

"That's enough of that," she muttered bitterly and stormed off.

Monsoon swept in on the abandoned machines and used some of nature's force to drain it of its contents.

"I have won this," he giggled to himself as he filled up his pouches.

It was a big mistake on his part. Again, his dastardly deeds had been spotted by Nemesis, who was following Jill around on the CCTV.

Up in the security office, he slammed his fist down in rage.

"Who is this freak who keeps picking on my lovely Jill? I am going to blast it into the middle of next week," he fumed patting his rocket launcher.

At that moment, Rachael entered to report the incident in the bar.

"It is a freak. It touched my ass. It thinks I didn't notice but I did. Then it OD'ed on G-virus and went to pieces! It was gross," she vented.

"Right. That's it, I'm going to blast it," Nemesis vowed, picking up his weapon.

"No!" cried Rachael. "Don't do that! It can control metal! It might fire it back on you or something. We need to think about this."

Nemesis tapped his huge mutated fingers on the desk as he thought, "We need more information about it. I know."

He called down to the cashier in the casino and asked, "That metal thing over by the slot machines with the fishbowl on its head, can you go over to it and ask for some ID? I need to Google it."

"It said it's a Mongsoon with Wings in Construction."

"Thanks."

Nemesis tapped this into Google and after correcting the mistake managed to find some information: annoying, frustrating, powerful, throws helicopters, hard. This concerned him. One could not simply blast him with an RPG. Maybe he should speak to someone… who did he work for again? Winds of Destruction… Nemesis figured the cyborg must have had one hell of an ego to announce where he worked and then go on to cause mayhem. Either that or he was stupid.

Nemesis made a few calls and soon he was through to none other than Senator Steven Armstrong.

"Hello. I wonder if you could help me. I've got one of your Monsoons on board my ship and it's been causing a lot of trouble."

"Oh really? Well I'll cause a lot of trouble for that pansy when he gets back," Armstrong was not impressed. Monsoon had called in sick! What was he doing on a ship?

"His behaviour violates Umbrella policy you see. I was wondering if you had any tips for dealing with him?"

"As a matter of fact I do…"

Monsoon continued to play the slots, genuinely now just for fun, blissfully unaware of the approaching danger. He was starting to enjoy himself now! Plus he had loads of money that he planned to treat Alexia with. She wanted to be worshipped like a queen and he was all too happy to do that. Suddenly, all his fantasies were shattered when he heard a dark, menacing growl of not 'Stars' but:

"Desperado."

That voice could only belong to one person… Nemesis! Monsoon laughed, feeling cocky and full of himself because he'd won on the slots. Nemesis – that weakling? Ha! That rocket launcher he carried, he would dismantle that and throw it in his face and his punches would be easy to dodge if he came apart. He wouldn't even need his Sais. It was almost too easy. However he didn't bank on the inside knowledge Nemesis had, which taught him of his weakness…

The trudging footsteps came closer to him and Nemesis let out a bellowing roar, ruffling his hair a bit. Monsoon turned and flashed him his trademark arrogant smug grin, "What?"

"Why are you picking on my little honeypot Jill?" Nemesis shouted in his face.

That was a dumb question. Monsoon was done being polite to these mutated freaks when they would not extend him the same courtesy. He sneered back, "Wind blows, rain falls and the strong prey upon the weak!"

"What kind of bullshit answer is that? Don't try to confuse me with your cyborg waffle!"

Nemesis attempted to grab him but when this didn't work he reached into his pocket and pulled out…no… could it be? AN EMP GRENADE!

"No… Stop it!" Monsoon squealed and raised his arms in defence but it did nothing.

Nemesis pummelled him with three grenades just to make sure then landed him a tremendous blow to the head. Monsoon yelped as his body began to shatter and his vision became distorted and snowy with the message:

Error.

Erorr. Meme.

Errorrrr.

Eeeewheeleerr

Darkness took him. The darkness being an angry Nemesis stuffing all his pieces into a potato sack and marching off to the depths of the ship…

When he came to, he felt bleary and disorientated. Three EMP's in one go? Was that really necessary? They had given him a very bad headache and he had no clue about how long he had been unconscious. And where the hell was he? There was a huge flag hanging on the wall in front of him with some weird symbol of a dog and the word Veltro on in, whatever that meant. No time to wonder about such petty things, not once he realised what a terrible mess he was in!

He was strapped to a wooden chair with gaffer tape and his entire body was… no... those monsters from Umbrella… They had stuck him back together the wrong way around! His kneecaps were where his elbows should be and his leg and arm had been swapped. His other leg was where it should be but facing the wrong way round. His only limb that was in the right place was his left arm but there was a piece missing out of it. The worst part about this travesty was that there was nothing he could do about it! He was totally covered in gaffer tape!

He squirmed trying desperately to break free but to no avail. There was nobody in the room with him but a huge CCTV camera was pointed right at him. Monsoon glared at it in defiance and summoned all his power to blow it up. How dare they! Now to get out of this prison and off the ship; he was so sick of all the nonsense that he was willing to swim the rest of the way. It was utterly ridiculous. With all his raging thoughts, he regained his strength and was able to summon his Sais, which were placed on a table a few feet away, and tear his way out of his gaffer tape prison and reassemble himself correctly, only his left arm was shorter than his right because of the piece missing. Where it had gone remained a mystery. It was too far away to even magnetise back. He was annoyed at having to peel the bits of gaffer tape off his body parts too. To think they could stop him with such pathetic tools; they had no idea of the power he had. BOW's were not known for their intelligence. If they thought he was causing trouble by fiddling a measly slot machine then what would they think of the hell he could really unleash?

He sensed the ship had stopped moving. Had they arrived at Rockfort Island? He hoped so. If only he had just taken his own transport, his Modded Metal Gear Ray but Armstrong would have surely noticed it was missing and questioned his sick day.

He removed the padlock on the door with ease, again chuckling to himself at Nemesis' lack of intelligence. EMP grenades… cheap tricks, he thought. Stereotyping wildly though, BOW's were dumb; it simply was the way things were.

As he headed down the corridor, Nemesis appeared, blocking his way.

"Where do you think you're going cyborg?" he asked, sternly looking down at Monsoon, who was tall but nothing in comparison to him. He raised his hand and began sprouting his tentacles, preparing to make him OD again on his own personal brand of virus.

"Come on… Hit me!" Monsoon taunted him, doing his tornado move and firing one of his kneecaps at him at full force.

Not only was Nemesis bewildered at the metallic piece pounding him in the forehead but he was horrified and sickened by Monsoon disassembling himself in such a way. Sickened enough to gasp and stagger back so the fully-charged, angry cyborg could whiz past him and hastily get to land. If it meant leaving a part of his arm behind then it was a sacrifice he would have to make. Again, even though regrettable, it was just the way things had to be. Luckily, he had a spare body back at World Marshall. He hoped Alexia would still find him attractive with one arm longer than the other.

Nemesis stomped his foot in complete and utter rage as he paced the staffroom of the Queen Zenobia. Never before had he been so mad! That damn robotic monstrosity! The ego on it was unlike anything he had ever seen, of all the video game characters in all the land. Who in their right mind would have the nerve to taunt and mock the Nemesis? Who was he anyway? All he had was one short chapter and a bit of DLC to his name, Nemesis had an entire game named after him! He was a legend! The fact that Monsoon had gotten away and made a mockery of him had really gotten under his lumpy, slimy deformed skin. And to pick on Jill - the object of his desire, his one true love, his obsession… well that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Calm down babe, I don't like it when you get mad," Jill pleaded with him.

"I won't have it! Nobody makes a fool out of me and hurts you, especially not a weirdo, hippy, glitching cyborg with no eyes! I am going to crush him," Nemesis fumed.

He altered his main target: Monsoon. Objective: Annihilate!

"Desperado," he growled.

Monsoon took in his new surroundings and drew a deep breath, so happy to be off that wretched ship. In the distance at the peak of a hill, stood the majestic Ashford castle. He smiled lustfully as his magnets gave a slight buzz. He could almost taste Alexia's sweet mutation. Once she was in his arms, all the anger and sorrow he had endured on the Queen Zenobia would be washed away.

Meanwhile, Alexia Ashford was skipping around her bedroom in her castle joyfully singing to herself. She could hardly contain her excitement over going on her first date with the lovely Monsoon. She had endured relations with many a BOW: Ustanak, Tyrant, William Birkin, Albert Wesker, her brother, even Nemesis… Yet none of them satisfied her hunger for something different… Cyborg. Like Monsoon, she had kept her fetish a secret. She was so happy when he had contacted her online and on looking at his Facebook profile, found they had so much in common. They were both annoying, difficult, frustrating, hard to S rank yet also intelligent, arrogant, obsessive, enjoyed waffling about their beliefs, hated the rest of the world and could do freakish things with their bodies that defied all logic. They were so different yet so alike… a paradox. How beautiful… exquisite even. She wanted to make love to him so bad. The sex they would have would be… unique, unduplicated by any other couple in the universe. Oh god…

She sprayed herself in pheromone perfume, brushed her hair and applied her make-up while her servants carried out her orders in setting things up for the game she had in store for him.

Although it was nowhere near as much of an ordeal as the boat trip, Monsoon's short journey to the castle did not run smoothly. Every now and then he would feel a strange sensation in his missing piece of arm that would send an odd surge through his body and temporarily paralyse him for a few moments. It was nothing as bad as an EMP grenade to the face yet still uncomfortable. Plus, he had to stop to vomit on the way, which was also unnerving as technically he did not have a stomach. What also bothered him was that there seemed to be some kind of thing in what he brought up, a weevil type creature… He hoped it was just a side effect of the seasickness and that there was not something seriously wrong with him. If he happened to throw up a weevil in front of Armstrong, the consequences would be dire.

"Please don't let me be diseased," he prayed to nobody because religion was a joke. "I'm not like the rest of this world… I'm unique and downright amazing. I can't die."

It seemed his prayers were answered and the sickness passed. He hopped along the walls up the hill passing by the faff in the training facility by leaping over the roof. Finally, the castle was near. With every jump he took, his glow grew brighter and his smile wider.

Before he knocked the front door, he gave himself a quick polish, brushed his hair and checked everything was in order. It was, aside from the missing piece of arm, which maybe he deserved after cheating Jill twice. It was nature running its course. He was fine without it anyway. It didn't stop him feeling nervous though.

On tapping on the wooden door, he was greeted by a hunter dressed as a butler who said, "Ah… Cordial greetings Mr. Monsoon, the queen has been expecting you. Do come in."

"Just Monsoon is fine, thank you," he smiled feeling grateful that the mutations here were not as ignorant and vile as the ones on the Queen Zenobia. Things were looking up.

The butler led him to a magnificent dining room set up by candlelight where his date awaited. Monsoon was awestruck. Her unmatched beauty rendered him totally speechless. Despite her Facebook pictures being stunning, they did not do her justice. He still could hardly believe how lucky he was to be here. The horrible journey had been worth it for this moment alone.

"Hello my dear," Alexia beamed, obviously she was equally as pleased to see him.

She got up from her chair to embrace him in a welcoming hug and kiss him on the cheek. Monsoon buzzed and wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her sweet perfume. She was wearing a long purple dress so he would have to wait to touch her flesh. He couldn't wait to get her naked in bed.

The meal was gorgeous. Alexia had done her research on cyborg food and Monsoon was delighted to be served with Nanopaste and Electrolytes! How thoughtful of her. They held hands over the table and chatted about memes, bioweapons, magnetics and ants.

"How many retries do you take to S rank on very hard?" Alexia asked, affectionately stroking his hand.

"I know of someone who used hundreds," Monsoon answered, a slight smirk appearing on his face. "I'm the hardest, most frustrating boss in the game."

"Me too," she giggled back at him. "I'm almost impossible to hit with a linear launcher. Hehe. Think of the power we would have if we teamed up. Imagine how infuriating we would be! We could have world domination."

She winked playfully at him and he felt a slimy tentacle rub his foot under the table. He gave her a cheeky smile, "Oh, you wanna play footsies do you?"

Removing his hand he sent it underneath and naughtily up her dress to caress her thighs. Hopefully she wouldn't freak out or think that he was being too forward but he wasn't going to waste time; she should know what his intentions were.

Alexia loved it. He was vibrating ever so slightly and gave off a soft yet electrifying tingle. She was intrigued by what else he could do.

"How does that feel?" he smiled seductively giving her leg a little squeeze.

"Oh, it's amazing," she gasped. "I am so intrigued by your abilities. You are a magnificent specimen."

"Thank you," Monsoon blushed. "Shall we go upstairs and I can show you nature's law?"

Alexia's face lit up, "Yes, I'd like that very much."

She took him upstairs into a secret attic that was full of toys and had a carousel in the middle of it. Cute, he thought. They lay on the floor gazing longingly at each other. Alexia couldn't keep her hands off him, drawn by his magnetism. With every stroke of his chest his purple glow grew stronger.

"It's cool that you're in touch with nature but there's nothing natural about you," she said.

"I know. I'm a paradox. Nothing about me makes sense," he said, a smug tone in his voice.

"I like that. There are things about me that don't make sense too. There's this thing with my brother but I'll explain that another time…"

"Leave the past where it is. I have no interest in whatever you and your brother got up to. We have both committed terrible crimes but needs must in this cruel, diseased world. Tonight is about us and the pleasure we can give each other. Tomorrow we can kill, or we might be killed."

"Oh Monsoon you say the sweetest things. Can I ask you a question?" she giggled nervously and her cheeks heated up.

"Ask me anything your heart desires my love."

"Erm… would you mind if I… umm… touched your dome?"

Yes! He thought she would never ask. His smile widened as he took hold of her wrists and guided her to his primary erogenous zone on his head. As soon as her palms touched him, he gave her a pleasurable electric jolt. She looked at him with eyes brimming with passion and lust and climbed onto his lap so she could get a better grip on his dome, circling her thumbs to massage him and gently stroking him with her fingertips. He felt so aroused that his purple neon glow intensified enough to light up the entire room creating a romantic soft lighting effect. They shared a passionate kiss, adhering to their pasts when they were both human. Alexia ran her hands down his back and settled them on his Sais, her curiosity spiking.

"Can you show me?" she asked.

Monsoon happily obliged and performed some of his tricks with Dystopia, teasingly twiddling her hair around it.

"How amusing," she giggled then asked enthusiastically. "Can I have a go?"

Begrudgingly, Monsoon parted with one of his Sai, warning to be careful with it so she would not hurt herself or the Sai. Alexia simply laughed and used her own powers to enchant it with fire, creating a beautiful improved weapon entwined with dancing purple flames. There was no doubt about it, Monsoon was falling in love.

"Definitely exquisite," he gasped.

Alexia kissed him again. Monsoon kissed back while running his fingers through her hair and using his abilities to unbutton her dress. It was about time she showed him some of that beautiful virus addled skin. He took charge, demonstrating how bossy and dominating he could be, and lay her back on the floor to straddle her.

"You're mine," he said licking his lips.

He teased her, running his tongue along her neck and caressing her breasts. Alexia moaned gratefully in ecstasy, enjoying the foreplay. She lifted her leg up and lovingly rubbed her foot against the side of his head. For both of them, it felt like paradise. Monsoon felt her body heat up. Oh god… was she? Yes! She was starting to mutate!

He gazed in fascination and euphoric wonder as her dress became engulfed in flames before his eyes and her skin transformed into her true form… The sheer magnitude of his arousal was almost shameful. No cyborg could thrill him like this. It was like a dream come true.

"You… you are beautiful," he whispered, so enthralled by her that he could barely speak.

Alexia looked at him expectantly and commanded him, "Serve me, my sexy specimen."

Monsoon obeyed. He liked it that she was ordering him around and giving him a taste of his own medicine. Like him, she was no pushover and fiery in more ways than one. He ran his tongue down the middle of her body, sucking and kissing as he went while placing his hands on her breasts and giving her a warm, sensational vibration. His face between her thighs, he prepared to feast on her. Only in his wildest fantasies had he done this, never, ever had he imagined that he would be doing it for real with such a stunning and powerful BOW. He was in heaven. He flicked his tongue on her, enjoying her taste as she was pleased by him.

However as his love muscle burrowed in deeper he felt something nip him so he looked down and saw an ant crawl out of her moist love pot! He leapt back, not because of the ant (that didn't bother him) but because he could feel something in his throat. No… was he going to be sick again?

"What's wrong my sweet cyborg?" Alexia asked sounding alarmed.

He spluttered clamping his hand over his mouth but it did nothing to contain the spew that came out and splattered over her leg. Mortified, he apologised repeatedly but all Alexia could do was smile seductively… did she actually like it? Surely no species could get turned on by being vomited on? He looked down and to his surprise, saw that he had thrown up another weevil only this time, it was made of metal and giving off the same purple magnetic aura that he was! He watched, stunned, as it scurried up her inner thigh and entered her.

She let out a cry of pleasure, "Oh Monsoon that feels so good!"

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Yes!" she squealed.

He grinned at her, making out that he meant to do it. She sat up and began caressing his dome with her tentacle, exciting him very much. It wouldn't be long before he climaxed. Alexia sensed this and intensified her actions, pressing her body against his, savouring the gentle hum and vibration he gave her… It was hard to know who was getting the most pleasure! Monsoon guided her to the sweet spot on his dome as their lips locked together again. The sensation of her scales against his head was pure paradise and unable to contain himself any longer, he moaned and unleashed oil all over her, before falling to pieces in ecstasy.

"Oh Monsoon," Alexia sighed dreamily as she lay down beside his disassembled parts. "That was amazing. I think I'm in love with you."

Monsoon tenderly stroked her hair with his detached hand, feeling so relaxed in her company that he didn't need to put himself back together, "I love you too, my queen."

He leaned in for a kiss but their beautiful moment was shattered by a loud hammering on the door. A distinct growl could be heard with the undisputed utter of, "Desperado."

Monsoon hastily reassembled himself and drew Dystopia, now on red alert. There was no mistaking that voice… Nemesis. That stubborn freak was still after him! He had to admire his persistence…

"Calm down my love," Alexia attempted to reassure him. "He'll never get you. My men will stop him. Come back here and hold me."

Anxiously, Monsoon lay back down but kept one hand on his Sai, just in case.

"I would very much like you to come to Denver with me," he said, clutching her hand, sensing that his time on Rockfort Island was running out.

Nemesis' thuds on the door grew louder and were answered by Alexia's butler. Sure enough, the noise ceased and Nemesis seemed to retreat… Monsoon breathed a sigh of relief. Not that he couldn't fight him off… he just did not want his time with his beloved Alexia interrupted. He began to recharge himself in preparation for round two, when there was a tremendous crash from above.

Nemesis!

The great beast came thundering through the skylight and landed next to them, his presence shattering their warm embrace.

"Desperado," he growled, glaring menacingly at Monsoon.

Monsoon stood to attention and whipped out both Sais, ready to fight.

"Don't even think about it cyborg!" yelled Nemesis and took out an EMP grenade as a warning.

Monsoon hesitated then lowered his weapon, hoping they could negotiate a truce. At that moment he felt the missing piece of his arm tingle… it must have been close! Nemesis smirked at him and pulled out the piece of metal from his pocket.

"Here, you left this on my ship!" he bellowed hurling it back at him.

"Erm… thank you I guess," Monsoon answered sticking it back in its rightful place.

He should have known all would not be as it seemed. As soon as it was reattached, he felt a sudden pang of hunger for flesh… He looked at his newly acquired arm and to his horror found that he had sprouted an eye!

"What have you done to me?" he yelled.

"You're infected on a massive level," Nemesis said smugly. "There's no cure for you now."

With every breath, he could feel his powers slipping away from him as the infection spread from his arm to every inch of his body. His purple glow was diminished. He fell to his knees in despair and annoyance that he had been thwarted by something as stupid as a Nemesis. A stinging sensation came over his back as the beginnings of tentacles began to sprout. The letters on his shoulder no longer spelled 'Desperado' but… 'UMBRELLA'!

"No! Nemesis how could you do something so horrid?" Alexia cried despairingly wrapping her arms around the distraught Monsoon.

"Shut up Alexia, what are you doing with it anyway?" Nemesis shot back. "Eurgh gross… is that oil on you? You actually had sex with it? You'll catch glitch for sure now."

"He doesn't have glitch! He's a real gentleman and he's amazing in bed!"

Monsoon took a little comfort in hearing his lady defend him but Nemesis' response made his blood run cold.

"Well I bet he didn't make you moan in bed the way I did last night. That threesome we had… man that was good."

He turned and glared at Alexia who did nothing to deny it. He brushed her arms off him and pushed her away. The past was the past… but last night they had been chatting online and promised themselves exclusive to each other! Alexia had betrayed him! If he had eyes in his head, they would have been filling with tears, although sadly it came as no surprise to him. He was used to heartache.

Nemesis roared triumphantly and took out his rocket launcher.

"Now that you're mutation, I can blast you with this," he said pointing it at his head.

Monsoon feebly attempted to use his powers but the mutation was too strong and had taken over.

"Hmph, do as you please," he said glumly, ready to accept his fate with what little dignity he had left.

As Nemesis was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly had a flashback to just before he boarded the Queen Zenobia… Jill had given him a blue herb! Although he couldn't recall at the time, now he remembered reading online somewhere, blue herbs were used to cure poison! Yes! Reenergised, he swiftly threw a smoke grenade to temporarily blind Nemesis, crushed the blue herb in his palm and snorted it. Within seconds, his tentacles dropped off and the eye on his arm withered away. By the time the smoke cleared, his glow had returned and he was fully charged and seething with rage!

"You're dead," he snarled at Nemesis as he blew up the rocket launcher then launched a full scale attack with Dystopia.

Alexia watched in awe as he pummelled him until he lay unconscious on the ground. Nemesis never stood a chance. Monsoon stood proudly over his triumph with his smug grin all over his face.

"Oh baby you're so strong," Alexia gasped. "Come back here and make love to me again."

Monsoon looked at her in disgust. He had no interest in her anymore, he'd had his way with her and she was a filthy cheat anyway. His lust for mutation satisfied, he came to the conclusion that she was not worth his life. Nemesis had almost killed him; he had to look out for himself. He would have to try and learn to love cyborgs!

"I'm sorry," he said regretfully to her. "But it's back to the earth for you."

She began to protest that Nemesis meant nothing to her and it had been a mistake but it was too late. He threw a smoke grenade at her so she would not be able to follow him and disappeared, leaving her sobbing and broken hearted. He couldn't wait to get home and be back in his apartment!

Before he even got to the port, he was confronted by something he did not expect to see… Metal Gear Excelsus! Nevertheless, he was more than happy to jump in. The consequences of Armstrong were the lesser of two evils; he'd just have to take his punishment for pulling a sickie.

"Pansy," Armstrong grunted at him. "I am disappointed in you Monsoon. I did not know you were into such disgusting things..."

"It was a mistake, I should not have tried to fight nature, I let myself down," he answered glumly hanging his head in shame.

"Damn straight. I hope she was worth it. You know I can't let you go unpunished."

Monsoon shrugged; whatever punishment he had lined up for him would be nothing compared to what he had already been through. But of course, Armstrong was one step ahead and called upon his new found friend who he had picked up along the way… none other than Nemesis!

NO!

"Desperado," he grinned, launching an EMP grenade at him.

Armstrong appeared smug and handed out a cigar to Nemesis as Monsoon shattered into pieces.

"Fancy a game of football?" he asked picking up his head.

Nine months later…

"Congratulations Alexia! You have a...a… oh god what is that!"

Alexia held her newborn baby girl in her arms as she gazed adoringly up at her with a grin clearly inherited from her father and burning red eyes from her. She had silver hair, scales, tentacles stumps of wings and her limbs were in segments… was she magnetised and able to come apart too? Alexia looked down at the abomination, a splice between cyborg and T-Veronica virus that would grow and have unimaginable powers… With her and Monsoon as parents, how would she be anything else?

#Fanfiction #Monsoon #Alexia Ashford #Metal Gear Rising #Resident Evil #Nemesis

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