contrary to popular belief, pac knows some things.
he knows that cellbit is his family.
he knows that cell is still resentful from alcatraz.
he knows that cellbit would never hurt him,
but he knows that cell would.
and if he’s being completely honest with himself, he knows that cellbit and cell are the same person.
and he knows that cell is going to kill him.
and he’s okay with that.
okay, maybe he’s not okay with it, he’s fucking terrified, but he’s accepted it. it’s inevitable, he knows nothing he does or says could change his fate now. he doesn’t know if he wants to change it.
.
he’s scared,
he’s alone,
but he’s come to peace with his impeding death.
maybe it’s his time, maybe cell knows best. maybe this is the best course of action. pac trusts his judgement.
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Sicktember 23 - Alt 3, Pounding Headache
Thief squirmed in their chair. They were tied up, but they were scarcely aware of it. All that mattered in the world was the throbbing pain in their forehead. They would have given up a lot to be able to rub it, even if that would have done nothing.
“Is it possible to remove that light ?” they whispered, closing tightly their eyes.
Villain gave them a cold stare. Without a word, they slowly pushed a button on the lamp, increasing the brightness as much as they could. Thief grimaced. They heard their heart pound inside their temples.
“First, explain why you failed to get the files I asked for.”
‘I didn't fail !” they protested weakly. “I took everything there was in the safe. It’s not my fault it wasn’t at the place you’ve told me to steal.”
“I wonder,” whispered Villain. “Unless someone was warned before you stole anything. I have to admit, you’re much too close to Hero than I’m comfortable with.”
“Close ? They always send me to prison !”
“You always escape. And they never hurt you.”
“Well, they’re a hero. I don’t think they’re going to punch you if you don’t begin first.”
“So why was the safe empty ?”
Villain had suddenly raised their voice. Thief moaned in protest.
“I don’t know !” they squeaked.
“Well,” grunted Villain, “now my plans are canceled, I can be patient. You’ll stay tied up until you spit out the truth. I have no indulgence for traitors.”
Thief just hummed in answer. It was harder and harder to focus on the conversation. They let themself slump into the chair, leaning their head back to try to relieve the pain. Villain hit the table with their fist, which made them start.
“Dammit, what’s wrong with you ? You should pay a little more attention when I’m threatening you! Do you understand your position?”
“Yep. Sitting in a chair.”
They didn’t even mean to be sarcastic; they were half-conscious by now and were just babbling words. Villain took it very personally, though. Their gloved hand slapped Thief on the face, but they barely felt it. It was nearly a welcome distraction from the other ache. Villain grabbed their chin and demanded once more:
“What’s wrong with you ?”
“Migraine.”
“Really.”
Villain let go. Thief heard them stepping away, then there was a click. One second after a radio burst into song. Thief gritted their teeth.
“Petty jerk,” they mumbled.
It was like someone had set fire inside their head now. Maybe they screamed a little - bubbles of light exploded behind their lids – there were shouting and loud noises everywhere - and they passed out.
It was not for long, though. The first thing they were conscious of was the silence. Blissful, merciful silence. Something – someone – was tugging gently at their wrists. They dared to take a look. The lamp was switched off. Inside the barely lit room, they could see bodies laid down everywhere. Villain themself was on the floor, unconscious.
Well, that took a turn.
With a definitive snap, their hands were cut free. They tried to push themself back up, but their skull was too heavy, their limbs too weak. They blinked and watched Hero becoming visible again, without moving an inch.
“That’s really weird to see you still like that,” the latter said, keeping their voice low. “It’s because of Villain?”
“Nah, it just happens sometimes. You were there all along ?”
“Yep. I’ve followed you.”
“I’m going back to prison, then.”
“I don’t think I’m going to bother with you this time. After all, you’ve just stolen worthless sheets of paper under coercion. I don’t think that counts.”
“They’ve turned against me so fast.”
“Color me surprised. I’ve already told you to stay away from them. But I’ll have all the time in the world to lecture you...”
They gently lifted Thief up, laid them down on a couch, and unfolded their scarf on their closed eyes to keep them from the light.
“...Later.”
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Cyborg 009 vs Devilman is so funny cuz it brought us the best Akira design and also one of the worst Ryo designs
I mean, okay, maybe Ryo doesn’t exactly look bad per se, but it’s so strange to see him consistently drawn to look much more older and jaded than Akira. And since Ryo canonically likes Akira in almost every incarnation that just makes it kinda weird?
Especially since they’re supposed to be around the same age and in Nagai’s art they were intentionally given essentially the same silhouette.
Like try to guess who is who here LOL
But yeah as someone who designs characters as a hobby I just found it to be an… interesting choice? Like there’s no way that can accidentally happen, it was intentional.
Though at the same time I haven’t watched this thing so if there’s a canon explanation for this choice (like if Ryo is older than Akira in this incarnation or something) then I’ll shut my mouth haha
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