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lady-of-the-puddle · 1 year

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All right I've been holding this back for a while but now you get to see my

Rating Tron's Exes

list

The boy:

See? him face

And now the exes:

FIRST UP WE HAVE

1. Dyson

Bougie Rat Bastard 3000

Is the Worst™

Absolute dork loser

Made a grab for power and betrayed his brother his captain hiS KING

Not even hot

2/10 Sucks like the vacuum he is

2. Clu

Discount fuck boi god wannabe

Okay listen

There's chemistry between them

Even if it's toxic af

He's part of Kevin of course he and Tron dated

Yes it was full of hate

Esp when he was stuck as Rinzler 😏

But sometimes u gotta date an asshole to know what u dont want

0/10 Actual Nazi

3. Able

Daddy? Sorry

FATHER material

Has stable job and income

Firm but kind and caring

Will tell u to stfu

Divorce was mutual and they got split custody of Beck so pretty chill breakup overall

10/10 Need I say more

4. Cyrus

Boundaries Were Crossed

Yet another betrayal *sigh*

My boi Tron knows how to pic em

Somehow more crazy than Clu

But less Nazi at least???

Spectacular revenge plot tbh

Looks pretty sick 😎

World's Messiest Breakup

5/10 Dedicated to the bit

4.1 Beck

CRACK SHIP I SWEAR

I know y'all are about to come for me

But listen

Programs have no concept of age

This ship is purely for fun for me, I highly ship them as father and son usually (see: Able)

Something about the desperation and trust issues between them speak to me

We all know it would never work out

7/10 doomed by the narrative (if we HAD ANY)

5. Flynnster

fuck boi God SUPREME

I am highly biased on this

loves Tron so much he ported him from the old system

Spent more time with him than with his own son (-1 point for that)

named everything after him

Tron was ready to give up his own life to save him

ANGST

never officially broke up but he thought he was derezzed so that counts

9/10 HERE WE STAND WORLDS APART HEARTS BROKEN IN T- ok I'll stop

6. Ram

Cinnamon Roll too pure yadda yadda

Wide eyed sweetheart

Never did anything wrong in his short cycle

Was in a brief polycule with Tron and Flynn

Only broke up because he derezzed

What's not to like

11/10 perfect angle

7. Yori

HER

Unpopular opinion y'all are about to murder me

They were each other's beards

She's a nerd lesbian

Because she's hot and I want a chance with her I want her to be

They simply realized they preferred other programs and amicably broke up

She calls him up from the first system every now and then and they spill some hot tea and rebellion tips

100/10 bc im in love with her here have another pic

Anyone I missed?

In conclusion, all users and programs desire Tron carnally, grid's biggest slut, he's in nothing and is my everything thank you for coming to my TRON Talk next time I'll rate Beck's exes cause that's been overcooking in my brain too

#tron #tron uprising #tron legacy #tron 1982 #kevin flynn #tron beck #tronblr #clu #yori #rinzler

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helloblobbyblobfish · 2 years

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Imperfection in the reflection

Synopsis: CLU 2.0 wonders why did Kevin_Flynn named him after a program opposite of himself.

Well, don’t ask me how or why C.L.U 2.0 would know about 1.0 when the previous namesake died in another system, that Tron never met the program and that Flynn strikes me as one who tells nothing to anyone if not forced. I just wanted to see fics about the original C.L.U, and I saw a kinky sex fic between the two C.L.U.s, a sex torture fic (2010’s A03 was like Tumblr, I have no idea what my feeling is about that), two fics in which they are brother-like and I thought: “Why, Yes! Character introspection. Haven’t seen someone using their differences. And Make it angsty!”.

And so this fic came into my mind, with many headcanons because C.L.U 2.0 had like 6 motivations depending on the actual writers for the franchise and 1.0 had interactions with almost no one and no clear personality, so choices had to be made. We also see two VERY biased opinions on Kevin, so this is supposed to sound OOC to an extent.

The luminary is looking at himself in the reflection, looking at His new pageantry outfit. Everything needs to be perfect. If He doesn’t look perfect, is perfect, how is He supposed to obey His directive and create the perfect system?

He, C.L.U, the system administrator that managed to reach His directive and over-succeed despite his User’s abandonment. At the thought of Kevin_Flynn, C.L.U. grasps the cape He was meticulously assessing. He immediately panics and tries to smooth over the wrinkles in the texture His anger created.

No, He shouldn’t be angry that Kevin_Flynn betrayed him. The User forgot what they were supposed to build together. For violent, directionless, imperfect, dangerous, uncaring I.S.O.s. And it has been nearly 800 cycles since He last heard of the User. Hence the preparations for the celebration. He remembers Kevin_Flynn told Him that Users’ age. Maybe he “died”, whatever that means. But C.L.U. doubt it. He would have known it. The system administrator would feel the de-rezzing of the system’s Creator, wouldn’t He?

It didn't matter. The Creator didn't care enough to give Him an original name. C.L.U. Codified Likeness Utility.

He thought the name meant He was the equal of the Creator. But instead, Kevin_Flynn reused old concepts. And he had the added hypocrisy of naming the program meant to create the perfect system on a hacker program.

He shouts. He, named after a thing who destabilized systems for the petty interest of an User who thought himself superior to beings with directives.

He looks at himself in the mirror, trying this time to hide His annoyance.

He hears the broken noises of Rinzler. Right, his enforcer is here. "Don't worry, man. I'm just thinking about Kevin_Flynn. He named me after another creation of his, can you believe it?"

"N..No." His own creature seems unsure of his answer. Scared it is a trick question. "No, I guess you wouldn't. After all, you are loyal to the one who programmed you, are you not?" He gets close to the program, who unlocks his helmet out of habit.

He gets a good look at the scars covering Tron's face. Maybe He should use that adorable visage to crush that renegade's propaganda in Argos? Meh, He might as well let General Pavel deal with it. And if the sadist is really as incompetent as Tesler, maybe a public recreation of what happened to Dyson for failling Him one too many times to squish this silly "Tron Lives" movement.

He rubs Rinzler's jaws to show He isn't angry, but before He does anything else to the dutiful program, there is a knock at the door. C.L.U. waits for Rinzler to hide his face before allowing entrance. Jarvis and Shaddox enter. He smiles brightly at the two.

"Your Luminary." Jarvis bowed emphatically. Shaddox remains still. C.L.U. remembers he should make him pass through the newest upgrades of rectification. Shaddox was a test for an unused form of repurposing where He tried to find how to keep a program's skill but not have them act on their own.

Yes. He let him keep his face in the name of their friendship. He ought to grace the architect with a programmed loyalty. "Is it ready?" He asks Jarvis. Shaddox isn't likely to talk to Him, no matter how much C.L.U. wishes He was told how right he was about Ophelia, Gilles and their ISO hordes of viruses and grid bugs.

He is shown a truly remarkable new stadium that will allow for much more impressive games. "Truly, this rotating gravity cage is magnificent. And the complexity of those lightcycle executions will be unmatched. Truly impressive. You've outdone yourselves, both of you. Now, send it to the worker programs."

"Yes, Luminary." Jarvis quickly bows out. Shaddox simply salutes. "Oh, and, Shaddox?" The program is walking through the door. "Sentinel, stop." That stops his old comrade. He feels something akin to guilt for a microcycle, but it's gone the next. "Come back in half past seven decacycles. You are in need of an upgrade." He receives a nod of acknowledgement and Shaddox is on his way once more.

The System Administrator can see the worry in Rinzler's posture. "Don't you think he deserves to talk too?" He coldly states. At last, those were two programs who would never learn their savior share a name with the biggest disgrace a program can be besides a stray.

He takes a look at the list of programs that could participate in the games. Mercury, Jet, certainly. Two excellent pilot programs. Baxter for the ring games. This info the sirens found about him helping Jalen train for his attempt to dirty the games. Maybe he'll have him fight Rinzler as a final "challenge" if he resists well. Nobody is showing promise in tank battle amongst the prisoners. And it would be a waste of sentries to have them in both corners. But the entertainment value shouldn't be neglected.

Truly. Could a mere hacking program saving Kevyn_Flynn's monetary hide hope to accomplish what He did? He sighs of relief. Seeing the relationships he was able to build, unlike an hacking trash who would always be hunted, allowed him to get out of those imperfect thoughts.

Kevin_Flynn must have been so disappointed to see his "perfect program" betray him and become as volatile as the MCP. That made the figure looking at the statue of the tyrant shudder a bit, but he knew a sign of obvious fear might cause him some problems with the pattroling sentries.

Securo was really easy to outwit, but the foreign program was a lot more wary of the new C.L.U.'s army. He remembered Sark and his cruelty. They were skilled, but he heard most of those "followers" might be "repurposed", or "rectified". Seemed the great leader decided to use a less disgusting term to describe his awful actions.

C.L.U. 2.0.

What had convinced Kevin_Flynn to name this… Abomination of a program after the one he called "the perfect program?" Well, given how this impostor talked about perfection, he might have tried to recreate his master opus, as Kevin_Flynn liked to call him.

But a hacking program couldn't hope to become a system administrator. They were too free and connected to their Users' wishes to direct other programs. They would try to do it like a virus. That might explain the unthinking movements of the sentries. He thought about the false identity disk he had to make to infiltrate this new Grid. Maybe there was an idea.

He moved to a remote street. It wasn't a big town, and Stragos didn't have an open rebellion going on like Purgos, Argos or Ram City, but there were still quite a few soldiers. Using his hacking abilities, he created himself a platform above the ground, hard to identify from the street and easy to drop from. Thankfully, the whole new Grid was coded in a style similar to one he knew, so it was pretty easy to make some changes.

He watched as two sentinels approached his corner. One was sadly talking with the distorting effect of his helmet but the other had the robotic mouvements he was waiting for. He felt horrible when he fell on the aware program and slit his throat, but it was needed, a quick grab of the derezzed program for later, and he managed to avoid the spear thrown at him.

He wondered about this new C.L.U. fighting abilities. The previous one was more of a talker and pilot. But the second was taking a bit from the MCP in abilities. He decided that it didn't matter for now, and he should focus on the kicks the reprogrammed citizen threw at him. A particularly nasty punch broke his hat. The soldier stood in surprise.

"You!" So they could speak? Unexpected, maybe useful.

Then, the sentinel knelt when he dropped his cover and his original lines appeared. His former adversary unstrapped his disk and held it to him without prompting. He started typing changes in programming.

The destruction of any individual personality trait or directive, replaced by too simplistic for comfort and meant for a group of anonymous husks programming, was making him feel uneasy. But he must have shown it too much, as the soldier suddenly jerked and tried to get his disk back. Thankfully, it was easy to write new lines over the empty spaces whatever C.L.U. 2.0 used had left in the memory space.

The figure just had to drop the identity disk in its place and the sentinel was unmoving once more, its line maybe a bit whiter than before. The stranger had the time to merge the disk he stole with himself to take on a new identity. It confused his new ally, for as much as the term could be used to describe a puppet, but more reprogramming fixed it. He was shocked at how easy it was now. Did no one on this Grid know how to affect programs?

The MCP would have found this technique too much of a liability and the previous C.L.U. would have been derezzed ten times over rather than do such a sloppy work. Kevin_Flynn was too good a programmer to make such an incompetent program, especially if he used 1.0 as a basis. What had happened? The memory of Brin, the soldier he killed, didn't have anything worthy to explain what happened. Seeing those ISO and what they could do…

Did Kevin_Flynn try to imitate them with this C.L.U? They had the same directionless behavior and belief they could compare to Users? Really, seeing it from the point of view of a soldier of his own regime, C.L.U. 2.0. was weak compared to the MCP or the "great User" Thorne. They did so much more in not a 1/100 of the cycles it took the copy to set itself for failure. And they did not need as many soldiers or technology. What was the goal of his action?

He instructed who he could only name sentinel 592 to pretend he was only Brin. They got insulted by commander Karlov for their failure to intercept a strange program. Given what had happened to the forces in Argos, he could see why she would be worried about a potential rebel.

But he managed to convince her it was presumably a stray. Strays. What a horrific concept. Might have been the one time where C.L.U 2 managed to do worse than the previous programs who fought Users. Being forced to wear an object that keeps all your secrets or forgetting yourself.

But as he sat next to sentinel 739 and discreetly modified his program by only slightly moving upward the disk and forcing a reboot after each added line of code, he thought he would make a surprise to the being who bore his name.

And if he managed to approach Tron with a city peacefully rejecting his legacy's power, maybe he would avenge Kevin_Flynn, who must have died fighting 2.0 till derezzing like he did with the MCP.

So, about the programs’ names: Mercury is a lightcycle champion program from the 2.0 game, and the sequel comics introduce us (spoilers) to a digital copy of the hero of that game, Jet (for Jethro). I can imagine Kevin finding it funny to call a super-cool badass biker program after a plane nickname of a baby.

Securo is from the 2.0 spin-off game "Tron: Killer App" (the game boy version). He is the firewall program in charge of stopping outside breach and remote hacking… and sucks at his job, on top of speaking very slowly and barely being capable of moving. I can buy him having been created in the 1980's. And we know Kevin didn't mind taking some stuff from Encom for his grid.

Shaddox is an architect-turned-bartender (who grew wary of C.L.U. after some cycles) at what is implied to be the End of Line introduced in the Tron: Betrayal comics (some backstory for Legacy, mostly about CLU growing resentment towards Flynn and hatred of ISOs and Kevin spreading himself thin with too many things.). But it's weirdly Zuse, the owner of the bar, who is taking care of drinks in Evolution and Legacy, and C.L.U 2.0 has some clear issues about wanting acceptance from his loved ones…

I named Brin after Sergey Brin, Google co-fondateur. Fun fact, I like to think sentinel 592's original name was Reginald.

And don't ask me either how C.L.U. 1.0 came back to life and how he managed to reach the Legacy Grid when it was self-contained on a computer. Fanfiction magic.

Might redo this story or write a spiritual successor. not fully satisfied.

#tron #tron: legacy #tron: betrayal #clu 2.0 #clu #tron clu #tron legacy #tron 1982 #my writing

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mthcomics · 3 years

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Tron Legacy Alternate Ending

Fic under the cut

Tron stood firm with disc in hand. He ignored all the alarms in his code that fought for his attention. The only thing he saw was the mission he failed many cycles ago: get kevin-Flynn to the portal.

Now the only thing standing between him and that objective was the codified likeness of Flynn himself. Years of torture threatened to break through Tron’s composure as he stared down his captor. He barely noticed the loss of vision he now experienced in his eye and the spreading scars taking shape across his code. Only one thing broke his stare. The old, strained voice of the man he loved.

“Tron..” he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder at the disheveled user. Mustering the faintest smile, Tron repeated the directive he held onto for years.

“Get to the portal.” And with that, Tron unhooked the second disc from his back and sent it flying toward CLU. Without a second glance he sent another disc flying in a curved trajectory half hoping CLU would miscalculate. Unfortunately this wasn’t a game of disc wars. CLU wasn’t an—-inn_oce-nt* pro___gram—-

The image of a young beta screaming filled Tron’s vision. He stumbled as he felt his repurposing retaliate. Clenching his eyes shut he pushed through the memory and ran straight for CLU who deflected the discs.

Tron caught them and flipped over CLU’s yellow disc. He instinctively ducked knowing that CLU enjoyed cheap tricks and was thankful for doing so. The disc made an impossible maneuver and reversed trajectory just as it passed tron. But it wasn’t fast enough.

Tron slid close and knocked CLU’s feet out from under him. He quickly managed to climb over him and pin him to the ground. Looking back up at the trio he shouted.

“GO! NOW!” Quorra led the trio past the dueling programs. Sam dragged Kevin by the arm as his eyes were locked on Tron in utter shock. Seeing his eyes again made Tron lose himself in the moment.

An elbow jammed into his stomach hard causing a sharp burning sensation to spread through Tron’s chest.

Then the pain started. He stumbled off of CLU trying to regain his footing but the burn wouldn’t stop.

Suddenly the scars broke through. Tron cried out in agony as he felt his code split from his chest through his neck.

With each step CLU took he sliced his disc for Tron’s frame causing the program to hastily dodge his attacks. The two were locked in a deadly dance that pushed them farther and farther from the portal. All the while tron could hardly breathe.

The old wounds were reopening and burning as he exerted himself. One misstep was all it took.

The slightest stumble caused Tron to falter. CLU sneered with a swift kick sending the program helplessly onto his back.

Tron gasped for air as he clutched the derezzing scars lining his body. He had to get Flynn to the portal. He had to.

CLU chuckled at the sight of the program as he loomed over his crippled form.

“You see what happens when you try to be Tron, Rinzler?” Tron gagged on broken code trying desperately to get to his feet. His efforts were silenced by a sharp kick to the chest sending him backwards. “You get all of his old, brittle, code.”

CLU knelt down digging his knee into the opening wound on Tron’s chest. He tried desperately to hold back his urge to cry out in pain.

“Do you really think Flynn will still want you? After everything you’ve done?” CLU leaned close to Tron, caressing the scar lining his face. “Everything you’ve become?” Tron mustered the strength to draw a disc but as he raised it, CLU grabbed him by the throat; triggering a memory sync.

His eye glazed over as he fought the system overload but it was too much. He was at the mercy of CLU.

Dyson’s blade digging into his face, Cyrus cutting into his scars, standing by as city after city crumbles, argon, failing beck, beck-no-CLU plea-beck BECK———-

Sam dragged his father hard.

“Dad we gotta go! Now!” But his words were answered with a look of desperation. Flynn lowered his head as the portal continued to shine brightly.

“Sam.. I cant…”

“What do you mean?!” Sam pleaded in response. Flynn fought back the pain in his throat.

“I have to end this here and now. Or else you’ll never be safe.” The young man shook his head in disbelief, trying desperately to ignore the truth.

“Dad please you don’t have to-“ Tron’s screams filled the air causing Sam to flinch. Flynn placed his hands on Sam’s shoulders to steady himself. The cry caused his grip to tighten.

“I can’t..leave him again.” Flynn fought back the tears of these words. The one thing he wanted all these years was to see his son again. Now he had to let him go in order to save everyone he loved.

“I promise Sam, everything will be alright. I love you.”

And with that he signaled for Quorra to pull Sam onto the platform.

“CLU!” Flynn’s voice thundered as he marched toward the codified likeness. He had already tried explaining his mistakes. He had tried forgiveness. But in his heart he knew CLU would never stop. He had one primary directive. Flynn will always kick himself for being so naive that day. Create a perfect system

Flynn calmed the boiling anger at the sight of CLU on top of Tron’s still figure. He knew he stood no chance in a fight. There was no other option. Flynn felt the pulse of the portal activate as CLU released Tron from his grasp. Flynn tried to close his eyes as he readied himself for what he was about to do.

He never thought it would come to this. Frankly he never knew he’d have the strength. But seeing Tron after all this time, that was enough.

—-

Tron laid still as he stared up at the dark sky. A low broken purr radiated from his throat as he felt his wounds grow stronger. He was fading.

Something made CLU release him from this nightmare. The pressure on his chest lifted causing the smallest amount of relief.

That’s when it hit him.

Get Kevin Flynn to the portal

The sky above him began to shine signaling the security monitor to act. A swift move sent the disc flying toward the back of his target.

Shattering CLU into cubes.

His vision failed him. Tron waited for the pain to stop. He waited for derezolution. After all this time he felt he could go in peace.

——-

Flynn peaked open his eyes at the sound of two discs colliding with the bridge before him. It took way too long for him to understand what had just happened. He was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for everyone. That was when everything clicked. He could see the limp unmoving figure up ahead causing his heart to stop.

“Tron!” Each step felt like an eternity as he ran to the breaking program. Tron’s face was scarred but peaceful. The faintest smile rested on his lips causing pain to fill Flynn’s chest. “No no no not like this.”

Flynn wrapped his arms under the program and pulled him to his chest. God he missed how he felt in his arms. “Please stay with me. Please!oh god- I’m so sorry.”

There was so much he needed to say. So much he needed to do. But now all he could do was hold his love close.

“I shouldn’t have left. I should never have brought you here. I was stupid-so stupid.” Flynn choked on a sob as he drew a shaking breath. “But...I was alone. I needed someone to share this world with. Someone who wasn’t a copy of myself. Someone..I loved.” He mustered the strength to look at Tron’s scarred face. The thought of what all had happened to him, what all CLU had done. His heart couldn’t take it.

“But I was selfish. I thought that this perfect world was the best it could be. I thought I could come and go as I pleased. I never thought how long those cycles must’ve been for you. Never really considered what would happen if I…” tears streamed down his cheeks as Flynn kissed the broken program’s hair. “Please don’t let this be it.. please..don’t leave me again..”

Whatever magical user abilities he had, Flynn was mustering all that he could to keep Tron from dissolving. He didn’t think he could handle losing him again even if he could bring him back. All he needed in this moment was a sign to keep fighting. Which came from a muffled voice from against his chest.

“Kevin..” Flynn resisted the urge to kiss him in fear of hurting the fragile program. Tron’s eyes were glazed over and the pain was visible on his face.

“I’m here! I’m here Tron, I’m here.” He pushed the tear stained unruly bangs gently out of Tron’s eyes. “You’re gonna be okay.” Tron leaned his head against him when he flickered to life in alarm.

“Flynn..t-the portal.. You have to-“ Kevin rested his hand on the cracked emblem of Tron’s chest.

“It’s fine, Tron. Everything is okay.” Tron was obviously not convinced as his eyes darted around dangerously. It hurt Kevin’s heart to see the terror within Tron’s eyes.

“C-CLU..” Flynn rested his forehead against Tron’s to ease the program’s fears.

“We did it, Tron. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

#tron #tron legacy #tron uprising #tron 1982 #tron au #tron/flynn #kevin flynn #CLU #sam flynn

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deathchasing · 5 years

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(@programregulator cont’d from here bc tumblr is broken)

❘▒ ▬ ꞋꞋDo take into consideration the only reason you have that title is merely because of the fact you’ve not yelled at my crouch like some legend I was paired up with before, rather, his decoy’s choice to try and scare me while Elliott was downed.ꞋꞋ

The enforcer chuckles, no, he was not about to go and let Mirage live it down. Never. To know it happened live during a match for all to see was embarrassing, and the fact he had it clipped was even better…Including the online jokes that followed after the event, it was too humorous not save some of them. Watching Pixel mouth open to nip and kick at Octavio’s hand, to shortly after jumping away from him, the bundle of fluff was spoiled. Nothing like his little street cat, although their felines did get along.

ꞋꞋTo satisfy your need for my to truly hurt you would be wasted time and wasted energy, aside, you’d be much too happy if I killed you with any sort of emotion behind it…She’ll lay on you and dead-weight you if she really doesn’t want you to move, quite the fickle girl.ꞋꞋ

Watching the daredevil sway away to brush his teeth, the program could not help but chortle. A hand gently petting at his favorite companion, being met with an impossible to keep up with love given back with how she rubbed her head against his hand to then wanting him to pet her back.

ꞋꞋHe picks at her tail, she swipes and hisses, he screams right back. They don’t try and kill each other, they just bully one another for the fun of it. If you think that’s bad, should see when the avian picks on Eco…You can get Arthur to behave, he likes zippers a lot. If he get’s too bad, I put him in the cage on the counter.ꞋꞋ

Pointing to the cage over yonder.

“Dude, why was Elliott yelling at your dick? I thought my kinks were weird.”

He snorted, though his amusement was short-lived; Pixel kicked away from his excessive doting in favor of Rinzler’s affections instead. The cat twined incessantly around his legs, teasing Octane from afar, drawing a dismayed whine from the daredevil. He supposed he could get up and go after her, but exhaustion fast took its toll on his body. The only way, he found, to get a good night’s sleep was to shoot up and drink until physically incapable of running himself into the ground anymore. Tonight had been a success, even if he’d somehow dragged himself to Rinzler of all people like a scorned animal seeking shelter from the rain. He should have gone home. Why didn’t he go home?

“Mira, so what if dying to you would be awesome? That’s a bad thing why? If you’re gonna kill me, just kill me, or imma kill you first, and boy would that make you look stupid.”

He listened distantly to Rinzler recount the chaos of Pixel and Arthur’s squabbling. Octavio’s gaze slowly wondered to the cage on the counter when prompted. He closed his eyes, overcome with an uncomfortably sudden streak of cold irritation. It passed quietly over his face-- an alarming slip without his mask, but one he was simply too tired at this point to correct. He’d been sitting on this feeling for some time, a grit that built up a bit more with every mention of the enigmatic hunter the enforcer so clearly adored.

Octavio couldn’t figure why it bothered him so much; it wasn’t as if he envied the mundane everyday tedium of a more domestic life. He was perfectly happy with his choices, would sooner leap in front of a train than give up what he had now, no matter the cost. Every moment not spent on living in overdrive was one wasted to him - why should he care who Rinzler wanted to spend his time with? What value was there in settling? In peace, stillness?

A question yet unanswered.

“I can’t move. My legs won’t work. Maybe I lost my arms too,” he mumbled. “Guest room’s too far. Why is it so far--” He buried his face in the pillow beneath him, muffling his exasperated groan. “--‘m just gonna-- rest my eyes for a sec.”

#; WHAT A RUSH #(ic.)#programregulator

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