#if we ever become close with c. again i will show him these dumb web weaving posts about him and he will file a restraining order against me

[fir-freund]

Hey, Here’s That Mary Fic I Was Talking About

Hi to all my new followers and mutuals. Sorry to all my new followers and mutuals.

I fully expect people to not be interested in this or get some sort of backlash for it. But also, like I stated up front, it’s fully self indulgent; I mostly wrote this for myself. Even then, in a fandom where it’s weirdly common to find fanfics that focus on “dubious consent”, *ncest, c*rpse *buse, the general fetishization of mlm relationships, and so much more, this comparatively isn’t that bad.

[not gonna tag this too much, don’t worry. Not gonna clog up the main tags or whatever.]

Fic and everything under the read more 🤙🏾

+Reader x Mary Goore fluff fic+

Mary Goore is your partner. While publicly very confident and self assured, Mary practices age regression in private as a way to help himself cope when things become too stressfull [he regresses to about 4-7, ‘big kid’ age]. You, his partner and caretaker, come home to find Mary had a less than superb day, and work to help him feel better; Enjoy and I’m sorry ✌🏾

You knew what to expect as you climbed up the steep steps of the apartment building.

Not even an hour ago, Mary sent you a text. It was short and simple, a combination of the bat and baby bottle emojis that you two agreed on in advance for situations like these. It always made you smile and chuckle to yourself, remembering his slight protest,

“Is the bottle necessary? I’m notta fuckin’ baby,” his words were soft but still very pointed. Whatever true irritation he may have been feeling was thrown off by the way he seemed to insist on looking down and fussing with the hem of your shirt, teeth worrying his bottom lip.

Ever so gently, you reached over, thumb gracing over his lip to pull it free of his teeth’s harassment before cupping his cheek; his eyes almost instantly darted up to meet your face. “I know Mare, but it helps me know when you need me, I’d like to be there for you.” The comment was simple, but enough for him to soften and give a quiet, but sweet and understanding ‘okay’.

“Besides,” you added, his cheek still resting in your palm, “even if you are a big boy, you’re still my little baby bat!” This time, Mary met your remark with a laugh, his cheeks flushing a faint pink in the process as the last signs of disagreement left him.

You managed to find your key and work open the locked door by the time you finished replaying the events in your head, taking extra care to keep the squeaking of the doors hinges to a minimum, and shed your thick winter coat and boots with as little noise as possible. It took you a moment to truly shake off the cold and get some sense of warmth back into your hands. Despite the many thick layers you had worn, some cold still managed to find a way to creep under everything and settle into your bones. Thankfully, the small but still sizable flat was warm enough; Mary must have turned the heat on at some point.

The faint sound of the living room’s tv was a giveaway to where your partner was situated. There on the couch, Mary sat, knees pulled up to his chest and eyes studying the screen. He seemed comfortable from the peek of him you had gotten standing in the doorframe and looking him over. He was engulfed in a sweater you had gotten him purposefully a few sizes too big, bats, grinning skulls, and spider webs covering the garment, fleece socks patterned with the titular red and gray stripes of Freddy Krueger's sweater keeping his feet warm as he idly twiddled his toes. Looking at his face, his eyes were glassy and red, brow ever so slightly knitted together; he had been crying.

Mary noticed you before you could think to say anything or make your way over to him without the movements being too sudden and while still very clearly upset, his face lit up, brow line softening and eyes getting big.

“Hey little lamb,” your voice stays steady and sweet as you meander over to the couch and seat yourself next to Mary, moving to rub a reassuring hand in broad circles over his back. Even through the sweater you could feel the warmth he was radiating; he must have been sitting there for a while.

Without hesitating, Mary moved from his bunched up position, shifting to lay against the worn sofa, arms wrapping around your midsection and face buried into your stomach.

“Hi..,” the words were mumbled and you could feel the syllables rumble through you. You pulled him in closer, rubbing at his back again and watching him.

The two of you sat like this for a while. The only real sound being the chatter and noise of the tv, volume just low enough to offer some sense of silence. You spoke up,

“Can you tell me what’s wrong, Mary?”

A grumble in response, his face nestling deeper into your midsection.

“Remember we talked about using our words when we’re upset. Like a big boy, right?” Your voice stayed level while holding hints of sternness, hand still soothing over him.

There was a moment where he was silent, before giving a grumbled ‘yeah’, and rolling over just enough that you could see his face; while nowhere near crying again, he still looked hurt.

You reassure him, “just talk when you’re ready.” And he does. It takes another moment of sitting in relative silence, but eventually he speaks, voice low and rough with the strain of tears. “Practice was really bad today Nothing sounded right and the equipment started actin’ all weird, we couldn’t get it fixed right,” he pauses as he collects his thoughts. “Then I wanted to try writin’ some new stuff to work with later, but none of it was good! It was dumb, none of it made sense!”

As Mary went over everything bothering him, you patiently listened, nodding in understanding in some places and frowning along with him in others. It wasn’t much. Nowhere near as awful as the full on fist fights and screaming matches you can recall him having told you about through a storm of grinding teeth and cuss words, but that didn’t take away from him feeling hurt now. Be it some mild irritant, or something larger and ‘world ending’, you liked to be there for Mary and help him work through it.

You didn’t respond right away, mostly to give Mary the opportunity to vent any further. It showed in his face that there was something more he wanted to say, but didn’t; not that the look of strained thought on his face was any surprise to you. Words didn’t seem to come to him so easily when he was like this.

“Is that all, little lamb?”

He nodded, face now fully looking up at you.

The slight frown on your face could be heard in your words, sympathy and reassurance peppered throughout to drive the point home. “I’m sorry to hear all that, Mare. It’s always the worst when the day doesn’t workout right.”

Another affirming nod of his head, expression now more of an angry pout, than that of someone who was distraught or close to tears. Mary’s face, pale save for the bright flush in his cheeks, now showed the telltale signs that he was angry more than anything; brow knitted together, jaw tight and teeth chewing at his inner lip as he looked down at his hands.

“Baby bat, look at me,” it was more of a command than a suggestion, but the way you gently grabbed his chin, placing your thumb against his bottom lip to coax his clenched jaw loose, seemed to ensure he didn’t fuss. Looking into those large, dull green eyes, as they stared up at you, the hand at his chin moved to gently hold his cheek; Mary didn’t hesitate to lean into your touch.

“I know today’s been very, very crummy. But the day is done. You’re home, you’re with me, and you know I love you, right?”

“Mhm..”

“Watch, I promise you tomorrow is gonna be a thousand times better! You’re gonna get so much done tomorrow, I know it. And when I come home you’re gonna be sooooo excited to show me what you’ve been working on, youll barely even be able to tell me about it!” With every little word of reassurance, Mary’s expression grew softer and softer, until showing the faintest hint of a smile and laughter. The bits of joy and calm starting to peek through were only made stronger as you pulled him in close, falling into a storm of kisses as your lips met any exposed skin they could find. It wasn’t long until he was in a fit of giggling and squirming, ears now tinted the same shade of pink as his cheeks.

Finally stopping the incursion of kisses, Mary now sat in your lap more comfortably, head against your shoulder and hand holding yours.

“I love you,” he said, still as quiet as when he first spoke, but nowhere near as demure.

“I love you too, baby bat.”

The rest of the night carried on like this, the two of you cuddled together on the couch until you both dozed off, the unmistakable synths of R.L. Stine’s The Haunting Hour serving as a lullaby.

#oak writes things #Mary Goore x reader #mary goore #Mary goore fanfic #fluff #agere #ask to tag

[remythologise]

Along with the absolute trashfire that the finale was, it's still amazing how they managed to create an absurd amount of new plot holes with the last REMAINING episode.

Like I dunno how excruciating it must've been as a writer to leave the story so wholly unfinished.

Everyday I find more and more examples of how badly the C*W fucked up, it's just laughable

this has already been discussed at length by various people on this cursèd webbed site but it’s literally so wild let’s go through and point out the plot holes as mentioned by linked posts and how they could have been fixed very very obviously from 15.18 (I mean every dumb filler episode should have been nuked, looking at you 15.16, and the Cas sacrifice happened sooner so we had more time for a full ending, but;)

Castiel’s grace was fading: obviously this was a cheap way to nuke Cas’ power levels for Power Level Reasons whenever convenient, however if he had become human and therefore been able to escape from the Empty OR sacrificed the last of his grace to do something cool we would be talking!

Ruby asks Castiel to save her from the Empty/Dean doesn’t ask Jack to rescue Castiel/Jack’s explosion in the Empty made the Empty loud/Are the other angels all out of The Empty too, or did Jack make more creepy human-angel hybrids?/Where’s Benny now?: completely obvious, the Empty and afterlife generally should have been dismantled with Cas’ help - either have Dean save Cas from the Empty and destroy that structure at the same time or have Cas restructure the afterlife and textually, on screen, include the fact he rescued the angels and demons in the Empty, redemption for the angels he killed during the show (Balthazar!). Have those entities given life or peace. (Ideally, demon souls are just human souls so they should be reformatted and perhaps reincarnated.)

The demons were rising up against/betraying Rowena/Did the gates of Hell ever get closed?: lmao I didn’t even remember this one but see above re; dismantling the structure of the afterlife because it’s always going to be inherently flawed. Personally I would have gone for a His Dark Materials/Good Place ending on this one (where either the characters are alive BUT when they die their souls become part of the universe like Jack, OR they exit the show with their own death and open the door to a new universe that we don’t get to see them in, literally outside the story) but that’s just me

If Chuck was gone, why give him his ending?: bad bad writing, but I also want to point out that Chuck literally got a better ending than ANY of the main characters, he was just made human. Like??? He can still abuse people and be a bad person or try to gain his power back??? He knows how the whole world works and could manipulate that to his advantage??? At least put him in jail??? Dean’s line about not being a killed was great but that didn’t mean they should just LEAVE THE DUDE THERE. Really feed into that humans = life, non-humans and minorities = death coding the end of the show leaned into hard (and s15 did as well in general)

Dean/Amara/Chuck: Dean’s connection to Amara and Amara’s connection to Chuck should have helped them defeat Chuck in the end instead of just erasing her existence. It should have been an Amara/Chuck situation where they both bequeath the Earth to the others and leave/die together.

Dean says the only way to honour those they lost is if the keep living: well first of all they didn’t need to lose anyone because Jack but secondly Dean Winchester should absolutely have gotten to live his toes in the sand ending with his remaining found family. Lamp episode

Sam forget’s about Eileen in 15x20 / Obviously no closure on Dean and Castiel: there are multiple references to Sam/Dean talking about settling down with someone ‘from the life’ and how that could work when a civilian life wouldn’t AND THEN----- (also we can’t talk about how the ‘don’t you ever think about it?’ Sam says is now LITERALLY A REFERENCE TO CASTIEL)

Dean says he’s not the ultimate killer and then goes back to being a killer: see above. He was going to live and maybe occasionally hunt but mostly live and grow and love.

All of the side characters/other hunters get Thanos snapped and then we don’t hear from them again/What was up with Sam’s witchcraft and leadership arc that never went anywhere?: Picture this: Sam and Eileen head up a new network of hunters which honours (OG) Bobby’s memory. Hmmm. Winchester legacy. Hmmmm. Leadership arc. Sam should also get into Witch stuff and draw in the other factions of magical humans into the hunter/MOL fold.

What happened about Heaven’s power issues?/Time moves differently in heaven how/Who’s running Heaven?: Call me a non-Christian, but Heaven ending is so wild and bad. Do bad things ever happen in Heaven? Is there conflict? How boring is it? Why bother living a life on Earth if you can live one in Heaven? How is Heaven vs. Hell allocation decided? WHY IS JOHN WINCHESTER- anyway, the point is, human ending where they live and are happy thanks

Adding my own in for fun: How come Jack and Cas consistently think they might not be truly loved by the Winchesters and are just useful to them and Dean NEVER REASSURES EITHER ONE OF THEM OF THE TRUTH BEFORE THEY ARE SACRIFICED: anyway! as I said, Destiel endgame and Jack shouldn’t have been God (or if he had to be, he should have also have still been able to be a kid too, because he’s worth more than his use to the Winchester Brother Freedom Cause). But once again just think there’s no real reason he had to be God

Becky and Atomic Monsters: I would also accept Becky being revealed as God at some point, but at the very least she should have been given a meta-adjacent scene in the finale. The way she literally called out every way the finale would be bad... brain worms

#feel free to yell about any I missed this is just. off the top of my head + those posts #long post for ts #I am just saying even putting destiel aside the narrative was all there.... what happened #ask #anonymous #kira for ts #supernatural for ts

[silvyri]

I'd never heard if this one for soulmates before! 22 the one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate. Spideypool, especially if they don't figure it out at first meet b/c Spidey's pretty honest even when annoyed and Deadpool distracts instead of outright lying usually (and super-bro-code doesn't try to pry into the secret identity)

The one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.

People say the most outrageous lies when they meet a person for the first time to see if they’re their soulmate. Peter thinks that’s what Deadpool is doing, except the man just keeps on saying the most ridiculous things to him even after their first meeting.

“I’ll give you my entire Dora the Explorer DVD collection if you let me lick your pecs just once!”

“I wanna tongue punch your fart box!”

“Hey Spidey, I dream about your juicy ass at least twice a night, and I don’t need to be asleep to do it!”

“I’d give up saying chimichangas if you go on a date with me, and let me tell you, it ain’t no lie when I say that the word chimichangas makes up like 50% of my diary entries each day so I hope you understand how far I’m willing to go for you!”

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life, and I was at the Super-Bowl when the Janet Jackson nip-slip happened!”

And Peter likes to think he’s a polite dude. He humours Deadpool for a bit, because yeah, he kind of might like the guy, just a teeny tiny bit, and some of the things he says are rather flattering, if vulgar, and Peter doesn’t have the best self esteem in the world. Sometimes it’s nice to hear he has the booty of a Greek God, and that his knees (why knees? Deadpool you are so weird) are totally lickable. But after a bloody and long skirmish with Electro he’s singed and tired and totally knows that the ten block radius of damage that resulted from the fight is going to be blamed on Spider-Man tomorrow, so yeah, when Deadpool shows up out the blue and starts hitting on him Peter kind of snaps.

“No, I don’t want to take a ride on your disco stick!” He growls, “can’t you see that I’m a little tired here?”

“Sorry, Webs.” Deadpool at least has the sense to look a little ashamed under his mask. “Uh, what I meant to say, is that do you want some help getting home? The Dead-taxi is here, at your service!”

“No,” Peter grumbles from his spot collapsed against the fire escape. “I just need some rest, is all. Away from annoying mutants who can’t seem to shut up and catch the hint that I kind of want to be alone right now!”

“...Sorry,” Deadpool whispers, his shoulders sagging. Peter feels a little sting of remorse, and then squashes it down with a surge of annoyance. “Do you want me to leave?”

And Peter’s irritated and sore and bruised all over but the worst thing is he’s mostly annoyed at himself, because there’s a big part of him that wants Deadpool to stay, to pick him up in his ridiculously muscled arms and cradle him against that big broad chest and take him home and cuddle him of all things, and it’s entirely that small part of him that’s prickly and pissed off about having a crush on Deadpool that makes him open his mouth and say “yes.”

But the thing is, he can’t say it. His mouth hangs open and his lips make the right shape but his vocal chords refuse to work and Peter almost had a heart attack when he realises that he can’t lie.

He can’t lie to Deadpool.

“Spidey?” Deadpool sinks down to his knees next to Peter, and his white stupid panda eyes of his mask are worried. “You’re gonna catch flies like that. Unless that’s totally what you’re going for because you’re Spider-Man and spiders eat flies and you’re trying to go for an authentic image?”

And Peter tries to say, “Iggy Azalea is the defining rapper of the generation,” but all that comes out is “Iggy Azalea is the-” and he chokes on the lie. Tries to say “chocolate chip pancakes are gross and I hate them,” and ends up with “chocolate pancakes are- grnf.” And he sits there, stunned, as Deadpool’s panda eyes go from worried to wide with realisation.

“Oh,” Deadpool says, “you finally figured it out.”

And all Peter can say is, “you knew? What? How? When?”

And Deadpool shrugs. “When we first met and I was singing I Don’t Fuck With You because Iron Poop was hanging about and then I saw you behind him and I choked on the line I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do, than to be fuckin' with you and I’ve never ever gotten the lyrics wrong, not even during Chinese water torture, and that shit seriously fucks with you.”

“That was months ago!” Peter squeaks. “And you didn’t think to tell me that you’re- that I’m your soulmate?”

Deadpool shrugs again. “Just because you’re my soulmate doesn’t mean that you like me. I’d rather us, you know, become friends or whatever because you actually like me, and not because of some stupid soulbond that doesn’t really mean anything except that some higher power thought that we should bump uglies. That shit’s seriously got some underlying non-consensual connotations hiding in there too, like what if I don’t want to have a soulmate and a perfect match or whatever, I could totally be fine on my own, not that I’m saying that I don’t want you because fuckbuckets holy shit I do because you’re amazing and strong and beautiful and good and honest to such a degree that you didn’t figure out that we’re soulmates until now and you don’t like milk either because ew cow titty juice right and you make me want to be a better person and what I’m trying to say is that I’m in love with you not because of some stupid soulbond, but because you’re you.”

And then it’s Peter’s turn to say “oh.” And then it only makes sense to pull his mask off and yank Deadpool close and say, “you should totally kiss me right now,” and Deadpool rolls his mask up so fast he almost takes an eye out and when their lips meet all the hair on Peter’s body stands up and his stomach tightens and something in his chest pulls free and soars.

Later, when they’re in Peter’s shitty apartment and Peter’s lying on naked on Deadpool’s chest in bed and they’re no longer Spider-Man and Deadpool but Peter and Wade, soulmates, he says, “I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out faster.”

“Baby boy, you’re smart but you’re also kind of dumb,” Wade grins, and Peter jabs him in the side and the afterglow dissolves into a tickle fight but Peter’s not mad because yeah, it can’t be a lie, he kind of is. But that’s okay because he’s Wade’s and Wade is his and they’re just two dumb dudes dressed up in skin tight suits patrolling the streets of New York, beating up bad guys, telling bad jokes, eating tacos out of questionable food trucks and being perfect for one another.  

#spideypool #soulmate prompt #anon #sorry that this is kind of late #i got stuck with a bad case of writers block #i hope you enjoyed #silvyri writes #silvyri answers #soulmate au #ficlet

[isakthedragon]

Super Sonic Thieves Chapter 18

Chapter 18 - The Dark Widow

The Set-Up:

Sonic, narrating: “I have to admit, I never thought we’d visit this castle again…”

Sly, narrating: “The Contessa… the most two-faced lady you’d ever see. She used to work for INTERPOL, running a prison to hold the criminals she captured. Too bad though that she had a secret ulterior motive. She used hypnotising spice and devices, and even the old Clockwerk Eyes to force criminals to give up all their riches to her, and leave them to brain rot in their cells afterward. Murray, Carmelita, and I almost ended up next on that list, but thankfully Bentley saved us. At least we were able to expose her to INTERPOL, so she can’t work for them anymore, but now she works for a new employer.”

Sonic, narrating: “It’s just a guess, but I’m betting she’s trying to figure out a way to mass hypnotize everyone in our world to bow down to her and Eggman. This is way worse than what Octavio was planning. We have to stop her before she can create mindless zombies of everyone.”

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Zone Layout: The Contessa has made her home in the haunted Cryptic Castle. Many perils are along the way, from the large pumpkin graveyard surrounding the castle, the long and winding castle walls, and the changing and moving halls and rooms of the castle itself. The Contessa is in the inner sanctum, up to something big with her Clockwerk bird. Perhaps it’s a weapon of mass hypnotization?

Enemies:

Bat-bot: Annoying robot versions of the original bats Contessa controlled. They can screech to call guards, and use their razor sharp wings to damage you. Carries 20-22 coins and has a 10% chance of treasure to pickpocket.

Robot Wolf: Robot copies of the Contessa’s werewolves. They have a stone colored paint job to look even more like statues to hide as. As to attack, they have dual maces to thwack at their foes. They can also send out robot spiders to mostly slow you down with numbers. Carries/drops 24-26 coins and has a 25% chance of treasure to pickpocket.

Volt-ture: Eggman’s robotic copies of the Contessa’s vultures. They have shoulder mounted crossbows to attack from far away, and can also lunge with their beaks up close if need be. Carries/drops 24-29 coins and has a 50% chance of treasure to pickpocket.

Batbrain: Robot bats that hang to the ceiling, then flutter around when you get close to hit you before returning. Drops 24 rings when smashed.

Vampire Pawn: They look like normal Batbrains until you get close, which they then become Egg Pawns with black capes and fangs. They will attempt to bite at you and drain your rings away. Drops 26 rings when smashed.

Egg Magicians / Egg Bishops: Otherwise adopting a more Halloween appearance, they act as what you’d expect from these dangerous magicians. Drops 28 rings when smashed.

Treasures:

From Guards:

Bronze Cross: Worth 115 coins and 58 rings.

Silver Cross: Worth 135 coins and 68 rings.

Gold Cross: Worth 155 coins and 78 rings.

From Pedestals:

Jeweled Pumpkin: In a pumpkin patch in Act 1. Worth 2400 coins and 1200 rings.

Mysterious Ruby Crown: Found in one of the turrets on the wall in Act 2. Worth 2500 coins and 1250 rings.

Magical Whip: Found in one of the many rooms of Act 3. Worth 2600 coins and 1300 rings.

The coins have a spider design on them.

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Cryptic Castle Zone Act 1: Panda King and Tails head off into the spooky graveyards of ghosts and pumpkins and crypts. Unfortunately, the castle can’t be entered proper due to cursed pumpkins and crypts keeping a barrier around the castle, so the player will have to blast all of them to pieces to drop the barrier. Then it’s just some jumping to the castle walls tops.

*At the start*

Tails: “Oooo… it’s even scarier than Shadow described it to be. I don’t know if I can do this.”

Sly, over the binocucom: “It’s okay, Tails. We’re right behind you guys, okay?”

Sonic, over the binocucom: “I know you can do it, buddy! In fact, these ghosts should fear you!”

Tails: “You think so?”

Sonic, over the binocucom: “Yeah!”

Panda King: “And I’m here too to keep you safe.”

*Talking about the barrier*

Tails: “If I had to guess, that’s a magical barrier like the Grizz’s.”

Bentley, over the binocucom: “It’s similar. Seems like the Contessa has linked some crypts and pumpkins to act as generators for the barrier.”

Panda King: “Ah. So I must use my fireworks to blast them away.”

Sly, over the binocucom: “Yeah. Though, once you get inside, I think you should find a different way into the castle.”

Tails: “Like the walls?”

Bentley, over the binocucom: “They appear to lead inside too, so that seems to be a good idea.”

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Cryptic Castle Zone Act 2: Carmelita and Vector brave crossing around the castle walls, fighting off badniks and guards that come charging their way. The Contessa mocks the gang, telling them to turn back before she decides to kill them.

*At the start.*

Carmelita: “Geez… I don’t usually get scared much, but something about your guys castle here gives me the creeps.”

Vector: “It’s honestly the same for all our *ahem* ‘haunted’ areas. Doesn’t help that Eggman usually makes it a lot worse than it should.”

Carmelita: “Let’s be quick then, for once.”

*From some loudspeakers*

Contessa: “I know you are coming for me, Cooper gang, and I am certainly ready for you. Perhaps you should turn back while you still have the chance.”

Contessa: “I see you don’t heed my warning… I’m going to turn up the guard presence from here on. Turn back, don’t be fools.”

Contessa: “Fine. Come my way then. But know this: I will show no mercy when you come to me. I will hypnotize you and mind-wipe you totally.”

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Cryptic Castle Zone Act 3: Sly and Knuckles head into the mansion itself, finding a maze of rooms and halls that keep changing on them (Like Mystic Mansion.). They dodge lasers and attack even more badniks and guards that animate together as they continue on to the Contessa’s inner sanctum, unfortunately losing radio contact with Bentley and the others.

*At the start, the doors slam shut behind them.*

Sly: “Uh-oh.”

Bentley, over the binocucom: “What was that?”

Knuckles: “Uh… the doors shut behind us. I think we’re stuck in here…”

Bentley, over the binocucom: “Hang on, we’ll get you out!”

Sly: “Leave it… I think we’re going to have to deal with the Contessa on our own.”

Carmelita, over the binocucom: “Okay, but if you get into trouble, ringtail, we’re coming for you!”

Sly: “Heh, good to know the cavalry's coming to get us if we screw up. But, alas, we should be okay.”

*Somewhere around a ⅓ of the way through the level.*

Bentley, over the binocucom, which is oddly suffering from static interference: “Just checking up on you guys. You guys still okay?”

Sly: “Yeah, though you guys are starting to break up on us.”

Bentley, over the binocucom: “Odd. This has never happened before. Just be careful, guys.”

*Later, around ⅔ of the way through.*

Bentley, over the binocucom, with even more static interference covering almost every word: “Are you guys still alright? Your positions haven’t changed.”

Sly: “Bentley, it’s hard to hear you. We’re still alive and moving.”

*Bentley says something, but it has too much static and cuts out totally.*

Sly: “Well, this isn’t good.”

Knuckles: “We’re alone, huh?”

Sly: “Seems to be.”

Knuckles: “I think we got this though. Let’s move on.”

Sly: “Yeah. But what’s causing the interference…”

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Cryptic Castle Zone Act 4 (BOSS): Alone, Sly and Knuckles enter the Contessa’s inner sanctum of a crypt and find that she is working with a big Clockwerk with glowing eyes.

*The duo enter a dimly lit crypt area.*

Sly: “Well… you’re guys’ crypts are officially more creepy than ours.”

???: “And I find it perfect. Certainly more imposing than my Praguian home.”

*The crypt gets lit up and the Contessa appears.*

Sly: “Contessa.”

Contessa: “Well, isn’t this perfect? Two loyal subject to test my finished hypnosis device. That raccoon who put me away, and what looks to be a dumb echidna.”

Knuckles: “Hey! I’m not dumb!”

Contessa: “Sure you aren’t, but you’re not my target… yet. No… I’m going to deal with Sly first. You threw me in prison and ruined my life. So, I’m going to make sure I ruin yours.”

Sly: “You didn’t scare me before. What makes you think you can scare me now?”

*Unknowingly, Contessa flashes her eyes to hypnotize Sly. It’s not enough to completely change him, but that doesn’t look to be her plan…*

Contessa: “Well, what if I say I brought Clockwerk back? How about that, huh?”

Sly’s expression changes to fear: “C-clockwerk?”

Contessa: “Yeah… we found a way to reanimate him… and I got him right above you.”

*The Hypnosis Clockwerk is sent down from the high ceiling above. It’s eyes are glowing, suggesting it’s working.”

Sly: “H-he’s alive… but how?”

Contessa: “Don’t underestimate Doctor Eggman. He did bring him back, and he’s real mad at you.”

Sly, fearful: “I…”

Contessa laughs: “Run around like an idiot, prey! I shall tangle you in my webs!”

Knuckles, who was able to hide in the moment, thinking: “Damn… he’s been messed with… She seems to be getting her power from the Clockwerk… I better smash it before he’s killed.”

Boss: The Contessa

Sly is unfortunately too scared to attack so all he can do is dodge the hypnosis beams from the Contessa’s and the Hypnosis Clockwerk eyes. So, that means Knuckles has to climb and destroy the Clockwerk himself. Once it falls and gets destroyed, Sly is able to get back his senses and attack Contessa with Knuckles. But remember, she is a dangerous foe, being quite agile, and able to attack with claws or with spiders that can attack or explode.

*Once the player has Knuckles break the last support, the Hypnosis Clockwerk falls onto the Contessa and breaks to pieces. Sly’s mind is able to then break free from the hypnosis.*

Sly: “Ah! … Thanks, Knuckles. Ugh… what happened?”

Knuckles: “You were hypnotized by Contessa and the Clockwerk to think he was the real one.”

Sly: “I… see… ugh, my head hurts…”

Bentley, over the binocucom, with no static now: “Sly! Knuckles! You guys there?!”

Contessa interrupts by breaking out of the mess. “No! You stupid echidna! You ruined it all! I’m going to eat both of you!”

*Once defeated.*

Contessa: “No!!! I almost had you two! I almost defeated the Cooper gang!”

Sly: “Not while I got plenty of friends to help out. Okay, Bentley, we’re okay.”

Bentley, over the binocucom: “Oh, thank goodness. We were so worried.”

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The Getaway:

Sly: “I don’t get it… was shy lying, you think?”

Penelope: “Perhaps yes and no… I’m getting real close now. I can tell you something, it’s not Clockwerk that’s leaving… but it might be another body… someone else who’s dead.”

Bentley: “That’s a few people… who knows who it could be?”

Penelope: “I will… if I can figure this out…”

Next Time: Be careful of mysterious people you bother, or you might get cursed… It’s another revisited zone… the Frog Forest and Lost Jungle in Haunted Jungle Zone.

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