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Experiment 05SB

Alternatively titled “I’m sorry 2B don’t hate me please”

I hath given in to the M4dc0m brain rot at the cost of me now having written a 7k+ word fic because I’m not confident enough in my art skills to draw it at the moment. Here we go!

Oh, there’s also implied fatal in this (it’s of unnamed characters, plus this is M4dc0m, but I’ve gotta say it. I guess you could take it as reformation if you really wanted to.). Mentions of blood I guess?

As always, Vore under the cut :)

“Ey 2b? You there?” Deimos’s voice crackled to life through the plastic earpiece currently jammed into his left ear, yanking the hacker and unofficial ‘team medic’ as he was called once (much to his own confusion. Sure, he knew basic medical but by no means was he any sort of doctor) back into reality. A brief moment passed in the silence of his room, more often called ‘the lab’, of their base before everything came crashing back at once. Deimos, Sanford, and Hank were out raiding a A.A.H.W warehouse at his instruction. Meaning he was alone in their base, also known as a breaking down appartement they had taken shelter in. It had electricity and provided shelter from the harsh hell scape that had once been the state of Nevada. A dark red sunless sky overhead, vegetation and any ecosystems completely wiped out from what they’d seen, bandits and zeds equally ready to eat the nearest person if it meant living another day, the Agency hunting you down if they thought you’d possibly be working against them or with the infamous Hank J. Wimbleton, and having little to no essential resources for days at a time to top it all off like some twisted cherry on this sick cake. Home sweet fucking home.

“Doc? Helllloooo?” Shit, right. Deimos.

“Sorry, I’m here. What is it Deimos?”

“And the medic lives!” The small cheer was accompanied by laughter from the smallest member of the team. Jebus, how was he able to joke in even the most dire situations?

“Just get to the point, chucklehead.” 2b could hear Sanford add in over the static, the man’s laughter just barely making it to tired ears.

“Right right, sorry man. Anyway, if we wanted to get food on the way back would you say no?” Pardon? There was no way he was hearing that right. There were several reasons why he couldn’t be hearing that right. A. food wasn’t by any means the easiest thing to come by in this hellhole, B. restaurants weren’t really a common thing anymore so those were out of the picture, and C. there’s no way they could p- actually, scratch that last one. Robbing a corpse wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that those three had done. Not by a long shot. Still though, how was he supposed to respond to that request?

“…what?” Apparently by asking the first word on his mind.

“We saw that one hotdog vendor on the way here and we’re all starving. Can we or can we not get hotdogs on the way back?” Oh. That’s what Deimos ment. How on earth had that hotdog vendor not been killed yet?

“Is this a genuine ‘we’ or is it a ‘me’, Deimos?” That seemed like a more fair and answerable question.

“Hey I-!”

“It’s a genuine ‘we’ Doc,” Sanford’s voice chimed in. By the cursing in the background 2b could imagine that he had flipped up Deimos’s mic to temporarily mute him in the realm of their earpieces. “Pretty sure one of our stomachs gave us away to the last group of agents we had to take out. Not gonna point fingers but I’m pretty sure it was Hank- Ack! I’m just saying!”

“Thought we weren’t pointing fingers.” There was the third voice. Rough from years of fighting yet still all too recognizable as Hank. The same Hank J. Wimbleton on the wanted posters that scattered the walls of almost every nearby building, wanted dead by the Auditor and his whole agency. He must’ve smacked Sanford for his comment. Well at least he didn’t do worse, whether on purpose or accident.

“We aren’t. Now Cmon Doc, you never answered my question.” Hearing the other hacker’s voice ask for an answer again 2b sighed. Always eager, wasn’t he? How the man had seemingly endless energy on missions would forever remain a mystery to him, Jebus be damned.

“I don’t really care what you do on the way back so long as you all come back in one piece and with the stuff I sent you there for. Understood?”

“Aye aye, Captain Doc! Over and out!” And there they went. The earpiece went dead, leaving 2b on his own once again once he flicked up his own mic. Back to silence. Sweet sweet silence. It wasn’t often they got that in their shared apartment of a base. Someone was always awake, someone was always saying something. It was never really quiet unless you were lucky enough to be the only one awake. 2BDamned had seen plenty of those rare times, if only because he overworked himself and didn’t sleep. So maybe it was one of his less than desirable qualities, when living in a hellscape being ten steps ahead of the agency trying to kill you is always good. He had to keep that up, on top of keeping the others alive and well.

And then there was his little experiment. That also was taking a toll on how little he slept. Not all that long ago the trio had returned from a mission with the data he had requested and more. Specifically a duffel bag full of seemingly shrunken grunts and two only slightly bigger shrunken MAGs. Pft, how funny it was to say that. A shrunken MAG. Hell, he wouldn’t believe it if you told him with no proof. The idea seemed insane. Oh but it wasn't. Not by a long shot if the cages sitting on one of his tables said anything. Normally he’d call such a thing like keeping people in cages inhumane, not that there were many humane things in this hellhole to begin with. He’d expect keeping them in cages that probably used to be for pets to be a move pulled by the Agency, not himself, however he had to make do with what they could find and had access to. Also known as: not much at all. He wanted to study them after all. Letting them free was just not an option.

Now that probably sounds bad, studying living beings like himself, but one couldn’t blame 2b when you considered his situation (at least he hopes one couldn’t). Somehow the Agency found a way to shrink living beings. That’s power that could be used against him and the others to make everything turn for the worst, something which he wanted to avoid at all costs. However, if one of his teammates or himself were to be shrunken on a mission it would be possibly lifesaving to know how to reverse the effects. Plus, having the power to shrink enemies on their side could certainly prove useful. All that being said, he needed these few alive in order to try and figure out what caused them to be how they were. Hence the repurposed, beat up pet cages. Two of them to be exact. One held the grunts and the other for the two MAG agents. None of them had killed each other yet, so that was nice. A few simple experiments and a dissection of a grunt that had been dead upon arrival to him proved that they still functioned as they would if they were their normal size. Just on a smaller scale. He had sent Hank, Deimos, and Sanford out for supplies today, yes, though if they found any information regarding the shrinking of their little ‘guests’ then they were to bring it to him. With no information on that though, he had to continue his other work. Tired eyes met the screen through red goggles. Moments later his head found itself cushioned in the crook of one of his arms.

“What the hell.” 2b grumbled, a fresh headache slowly starting to pound against the inside of his skull. What the hell was up with him? He should be fine. This was only his second day without proper ‘longer-then-15-minutes’ sleep. He’d gone longer before, he should be able to function. Why was the screen giving him such a headache now of all times? He needed to get stuff done. He needed to finish up this…this……what was he working on again? Hold on, no, he should remember. This shouldn’t be slipping his mind like it is. Maybe if he just thought back a few minutes. It would come back to him, right?

“Ok right before Deimos called, what was I doing?” 2b thought out loud to himself, trying his hardest to recall what had happened prior to the call from his allies. ”I was sitting here…then Deimos called in. Wait, no. Go back. From the top. Since…however long ago I’ve been sitting here, working on…what was I working on before Deimos asked about getting food? I sent them on the raid, didn’t eat, got to work and- no. That’s not it. Why can’t I just-“

Gggnnnnnnrrrr…

Oh well fuck him. That’s why he couldn’t focus. 2b groaned, not bothering to hide the noise as of now. He was alone, no one would hear him or tease him. Unless you would count the shrunken men in the cages, however it wasn’t likely they’d say anything. When you’re the size of a rat, spare the MAGs who were more rabbit sized, to your captor pissing them off seemed like the worst thing one could do. Clearly the hacker wasn’t at all in the mood to deal with teasing, so their mouths remained shut. That left 2b alone to deal with his complaining stomach, a feat which proved easier said than done when one was going off a day and a half without properly sleeping. He couldn’t even remember the last time he ate something. It was all just fuzzing together at this point.

Pushing himself off his desk 2b flopped back into the worn chair he’d been sitting in for God knows how long. Relaxing into the backrest was certainly more comfortable than being hunched over a laptop screen typing away like he had been for the past day or two. A hand fell to rest over his stomach while the other removed his goggles. Those were not helping the blooming headache. A low growl from his stomach drew a small hiss through his teeth, the sound being accompanied by a familiar empty cramping.

“Oh you can shut up.” He grumbled at the organ half heartedly, “It’s not like I can eat anything right now. There’s a reason I sent Hank and the others out.” His stomach growled back, the empty sound ringing in the hacker’s ears. He needed to eat, that was undeniable. The problem was getting something to eat. He had few options, none of which he particularly liked. Option 1. going out to look for something even slightly edible on his own, option 2. wait and hope the others found and brought back food, or option 3. contact the others through his headset and ask them to get him something on the way back. The first option was clearly undesirable on its own and the other two weren’t much better. Sure, asking them to grab something for him would probably be easiest and most logical, however he was almost certain that they didn’t want to hear that out of the blue in the middle of a fight. That and he didn’t want to deal with any teasing that might come along with asking. He wasn’t about to take that chance when he had things to do. He couldn’t remember those things at the moment, sure, but they were still things he had to do! So asking was not an available option at the moment. That left waiting and hoping for the best.

Rrrrrrrnnngggggg….

“I know. I don’t like the idea either.” 2b sighed as he spun around in his chair, gently patting his stomach. He needed to get out of his chair, even if it was just a walk around his room. He needed something after a day and a half straight of sitting there hunched over staring at a screen. Maybe it’d help with the headache if he was lucky. Probably wouldn’t but hey a man could dream. With a small grunt of effort the hacker found himself on his feet, his balance wobbling and legs feeling like brittle pasta beneath him. Ah, that's what I wanted to do earlier. Go figure taking breaks gets ignored by my brain. “However, I do believe it’ll end with the best result. I’m sure they’ll be home soon anyway.”

They wouldn’t. That was a lie, to himself and to his stomach alike. He likely had a few more hours alone, maybe two at least. The A.A.H.W warehouse he’d sent them to was big and if you account for fighting delays and them stopping on the way back then the chance of them being back in the next two hours would be some sort of miracle. By the way his stomach reacted every time he brushed over the thought that the trio was getting food on the way back then he wasn’t going to be looking so hot by the time they arrived back. Oh he was going to get the short end of the stick no matter what he did, wasn’t he? Talk about luck. 2b sighed, running a hand up and through his hair as he walked along one of the walls of his small room. His stomach clearly wasn’t shutting up any time soon so the next best course of action would be to ignore it. Maybe that would help him wait it out. What could he focus on? There was work, he could clean up a little bit maybe, or he could focus on the rattling coming from the cages and-

Hold on.

That most certainly wasn’t right. 2b cocked an eyebrow, crossing the room to where the three cages were placed. Quite the interesting scene was playing out before him. From what he could see a few of the shrunken grunts were teaming up to try and break out of the cages. This wasn’t their first little escape attempt, no, but it interested him enough as he stood there watching and attempting to grab his tablet at the same time. Eventually he had succeeded, opening up a new document to scribble down a few notes.

Title: Log 073SB

Time: 6:34 pm, xx/xx/xx

Author: 2BDamned

Note: Grunts working together to attempt escape. MAG agent seems to be attempting to cause a distraction by rattling the wall of the cage. Or perhaps they just want out. Very annoying either way. None seem bothered by my presence.

Satisfied with his little note, 2b closed the tablet and set it down on the counter next to one of the cages. Whether it was him being too rough with setting the tablet down or the low grumble from his stomach that startled the cage of grunts was up for debate, but currently he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Right now he needed to have a chat with the little troublemakers. Without hesitation the unofficial medic reached forward, opening the little hinged door located on top of the cage with ease compared to what the grunts inside were attempting before. He didn’t think twice before he reached in and grabbed the two topmost grunts from the pile of attempted escapees before retracting his hand, repeating the process with his other hand, and finally closing the cage. Hands now full, each holding two fighting bodies, the hacker sighed.

“Escape huh? How many times have you already tried that and it didn’t work?” 2b asked, a less than impressed tone lacing his voice. Sure, he needed a distraction from his stomach but he didn’t want to have to deal with escape attempts left and right for the next however long. “What made you think it’d go any different this time?”

There was a moment of silence before a soft voice spoke up, one that clearly hadn’t been used recently. One of the grunts in his left hand. “W-we figured i-if we actually tried and w-worked together then maybe we’d b-be able to manage a successful…e-escape…”

“Really now? Interesting.” 2b mumbled, looking over the grunt in his hand. They were all so small. You’d think he’d have gotten used to their size by now but every time he held one it seemed to slap him in the face. Offing them if they got too rowdy wouldn’t be hard at all. Wouldn’t need to use anything to begin with. How crazy it was. “Though I’m not sure I can let this slide as I have with previous instances.”

“W-what?” His response seemed to temporarily stun the four in his hands, most likely because of how it was different from his previous comments on their attempted escapes. A shiver passed over them like a wave while the hacker only nodded.

“Your previous attempts at escape. While I can understand why one would try I’ve made it quite clear that successful escapes won’t be happening nor tolerated, correct? I need to prove my point here because you all clearly don’t understand words.” He shifted on his feet slightly, a new question wracking his brain. What could he do to show he wasn’t going to deal with constant escape attempts? It had to be something that stuck, seeing as they clearly didn’t understand his earlier comments about escape not being tolerated. Only a few moments of silence passed before his lips were moving again. “You four are going somewhere else. A stronger holding space. If any of the others try anything they’ll join you. Simple, yet effective.” Or it would be if he knew exactly where he planned to stick these four. What did he have that could serve as a stronger cell for them? The cages were already pretty secure in terms of what he could work with. He just needed something stronger, close to him, hard to escape, and threatening that held a sense of danger with it. But what could that be? His eyes darted around the makeshift lab, trying to find something.

Grrrrroowwwllll…

2b’s eyes slowly scanned down from his shaking captives to his stomach. For a moment he just stared, eyes lacking any readable emotion. Well now that was certainly an option. It fit his criteria. Almost too well. Strong, hard to escape, close to him, and it held a sense of danger. Under his mask his torn and scared lips quirked up into a little smirk. “Mmhm. That’ll do quite nicely, in fact~”

The final moments of peace were shattered as the meaning of his words collided with his captives like a well aimed punch to the gut. Hearts sunk to their feet like rocks in water, despair rearing it’s head in their struggles. Those fortunate enough to remain in the cages simply watched with a muted horror as the four bodies were tossed onto the table and held down with little to no effort. The hacker wasted no time removing the mask and bandages that usually covered his mouth, tossing the fabrics haphazardly beside his discarded tablet. Despite the word fresh being the last thing he’d use to describe the Nevada air, 2b knew he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t nice to just breathe the air in alone and not through the layers of fabric like he often did. With the temporary roadblock now gone his eyes drifted downward to the bodies pinned beneath his hand.

“Well, I believe that eliminates any preventable issues we could encounter here.” He hummed softly, plucking the grunt who was covered by his hand the least up into the air. It certainly was odd to watch the little body squirm and fight against him, all attacks on the two fingers holding it proving futile. Their only hope seemed to be 2b letting them go, something which proved less and less likely the longer they studied the look in the hackers eyes. It wasn’t a look one ever wanted to find themself on the receiving end of. The sight of sharp teeth, glimmering with saliva through grinning lips, certainly did not help to lower the grunt’s heart rate at all. 2b simply clicked his tongue. “Meaning stalling time is up. Stay still, won’t you?”

The grunt did not, in fact, stay still. It was impossible to do so as far as they knew when you had a spit soaked tongue dragging up every inch of your front, sharp daggers of teeth only millimeters from their face. A deafening silence washed over the others, only being broken by a small pleased hum from their normal sized captor.

“Not bad…” the man mumbled, dragging his tongue up the squirming grunt yet again. A small voice in the back of his mind, his voice of reason, yelled out the obvious loud and clear to him plenty of times: this was wrong. It wasn’t right to be doing what he was about to do. This was stooping down to the bandits level, something he never intended to do unless absolutely necessary. He shouldn’t be enjoying the taste of another living being like this. And yet…here he was. Ignoring any logic and reason in his mind to proceed with this. Thank goodness he was alone. 2b didn’t even want to think about what the others might say if they were to see him how he was now. Shaking his head softly he shoved away the thought, opening his jaw as far as the joint and scarred tissue that made up his cheeks would allow. He wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned with how easily the small body slipped into his mouth.

Despite their best efforts to squirm free of their new confinement, the slippery surroundings of the unofficial doctor’s maw proved to have horrible traction. Saliva dropped onto the unfortunate grunt’s head from above while they desperately tried to crawl out of the dark cavern. Feet scrambled on the soaked surface of their predator’s tongue as the muscle moved and flipped them around as if they were some piece of candy, all while their hands desperately tried to keep as little of them between the axe like teeth. One bite and they were done for, a terrifying thought. Through it all only three sounds were ever heard from those lucky enough to not be in the current grunt’s position. The sickening sounds of soaked struggle, terrified yelps from the grunt stuck within 2b’s jaws, and the occasional hum from the man himself. The torture, as those watching from the cage would describe it, seemed to continue for hours and hours on end.

Glk

Glp~

Until it all stopped with two simple swallows and a collective gasp of horror from those watching. The relaxed posture of the man they all watched failed to help their situation.

“H….huhh…that was..” the uncertified medic breathed, breaking the silence. His free hand lazily felt down his throat, tracing where he could feel the squirming body slip further down by the second. It didn’t take a genius to decipher that the less angry sounding gurgle from the man’s stomach signaled the end of the unfortunate grunt’s descent. With eyes widened just beyond his natural look 2b gently pressed his stomach. How interesting it was, as morbid as it might sound, to feel something squirming around inside the organ. Before he could even stop to consider a better way to word his thoughts, he finished his sentence. Just not in the way the grunts wanted to hear. “…incredibly easy.”

The last thing any of the remaining grunts wanted to see was those eyes scan up slowly before locking on them as if they were some sort of dessert. The clearly out of place smile on the man’s face didn’t help the feeling of impending doom either. If anything it only made it worse as a rough hand plucked another grunt from the selected three that had remained under his hand. Down, beneath his newfound curiosity and odd urge to continue what he was doing, 2b knew he should have been more concerned about how easy this was coming to him. No sane person would take so calmly to swallowing living beings, especially not of his own kind. Yet here he was, smirking as he licked over his scarred lips with cold eyes locked onto the small shaking body like a cat would after spotting a mouse. Looking at their sizes in comparison to one another? The simile was scarily accurate. Through his whole little mental debate the hacker found it all too easy to slip the small body into his mouth, licking it over to draw out as much of that strangely addicting taste before slowly beginning to nudge it back. Just bit by bit until it was far enough.

Glrk

Grk~

“Two down…haahhh…two to go…” the hacker sighed as he traced the lump down his throat. There was a waiting period once more but it didn’t last long before the shiver inducing gurgle signified where the poor soul had ended up. How the man hadn’t gotten sick yet was beyond the understanding of those who witnessed the event and even the man himself. Surely he should feel at least a little nauseous with two rat sized bodies squirming within his stomach. Nausea and fullness were the two sensations he had expected by now and yet neither had shown their face yet. Deep within his mind, from an area he didn’t even know existed until it spoke, a voice urged him to test his limits. 2b had shaken that idea off nearly immediately. As….enticing as that idea was, he still needed a few of the shrunken grunts alive and well to continue his attempts to recreate and reverse however the Agency had shrunken them before. Four however….well that wasn’t the biggest loss in the world if something happened to go wrong. Leaning a little more heavily over the table he grabbed one of the last two grunts, shoving the struggling body into his mouth head first. Quite the sight it was to watch flailing legs be slurped into someone’s mouth like nothing more than wet noodles. Interesting and horrifying.

Glp

Glrk~

Though compared to seeing someone who had been beside you ten minutes ago disappear down your captor’s throat as nothing more than a barely visible lump would top it in the scarring scale. Nothing could compare to that sight. Good god was it terrifying. The reality that escape was impossible was all but cemented into the remaining grunts' brains now, as that had been what had gotten their companions into this situation in the first place. This was happening because their capturer wanted to prove his point that attempted escape would not be tolerated. At this point they were convinced they’d have to have a death wish to attempt escape now. Especially when their conditions weren’t horrible compared to what they could be in, something which hadn’t crossed their minds till now. Now don’t take their words wrong, by no means did they want to stay here. Especially not now. However, if it meant living another day and not ending up as lunch? Staying definitely was the preferable option.

“One to go. Damn.” The hacker's voice snapped all attention back to him. His position had changed, now leaning back on the table as he looked over the struggling form in his hands. The words seemed to flow from his mouth without too much thought needed behind them. They just felt…right. It was a feeling he never expected to experience in such a context that he was now, much less to have it almost piloting him as it felt now, but he was nearly willing to say he welcomed it. He wasn't well acquainted with the idea of eating living beings after all, so the subconscious help to ease the process along wasn’t something he’d push away. Not unless it were to cause an issue that is. However, nothing of the sort had happened yet, meaning he was going to keep letting his actions flow naturally.

Just as he had with the three before this one, 2b wasted little time starting towards his goal. Raising the grunt just above his head the man dangled the flailing body over his open mouth, a sight that he could assume would terrify anyone in the grunt’s position. All went smoothly as he lowered the small body in. That is until the grunt, having seen an opportunity and taken it, grabbed and yanked down his mic. While he tried to react as quickly as possible, he could only pray the microphone had not managed to pick up the gag he’d made after panic and shock had caused him to jolt forward and send the grunt to the back of his throat. He flipped up the mic as fast as he could, trying to determine the best course of action one could take with a squirming body halfway down their throat and a possibility of having just been ratted out to the others by their lunch. He was screwed were they to find out, what with how at least two of the three always seemed to be looking for teasing ammunition. That and this….well this wasn’t exactly normal, you know.

“Doc? Is everything ok over there?” Fuck. That wasn’t good. Ignoring the sinking feeling of dread in his chest the best he could, 2b took a deep breath and forced the fourth grunt down with a swallow that took a little more effort then he felt it should’ve. Flipping down the mic, he answered.

“Damnit- yes. I'm fine, Sanford. Don’t worry.” The sentence had to be his least convincing lie yet. Between his heavy breathing and dryness in his throat he could tell his voice wasn’t helping him in any way. Now he didn’t take his teammates for idiots, despite how it sure seemed like they were sometimes, but in the moment he found himself wishing they were.

“You sure? You don’t sound all that fine. Did something happen back at base?” The worry beginning to lace the man’s voice through the static filled earpiece only served to worsen the feeling of dread in 2b’s chest. He needed to get Sanford, and the others who were no doubt listening, off the idea something had happened. He needed to deal with the whole I-just-swallowed-four-people-alive thing before they came back, so them returning early was not in the plan.

“No, nothing happened.” He shot back, only realizing the speed in his voice wasn’t too reassuring after he said it. Ok, what was a believable excuse for why he sounded like he did? “I just…spilt coffee on my legs after burning my mouth. Must’ve knocked the mic down in the process.” With a hand to his chest the hacker forced a soft swallow, trying to at least get rid of the uncomfortable dryness that had settled in the back of his throat. Please say they believed that.

“Pft, really? Damn, wish I could’ve seen that. Think you looked like one of those old cartoons, Doc?” Phew, crisis averted.

“Real funny, Deimos. Get back to your mission.” 2b shook his head at the comment. At least they seemed to believe him. It was worth it, even if the mental image of those over exaggerated cartoon characters was now going to show up whenever he even slightly burnt his mouth on coffee. Oh well, some sacrifices must be made.

“Alright alright. We’re going.” The man on the other end laughed. Those idiots. Damn his heart caring for them, now he was attached. “See you when we get back. Over and out, Doc!” And there they went.

Fighting off his own soft laughter, 2b flipped up his mic. A soft sigh escaped him before he could even think to stop it. That could’ve been horrible. While one hand softly rubbed at his neck, sore from what he had to guess was the miniature disaster that just took place, the other gently laid itself over his stomach. The four inside never seemed to stop moving, constantly squirming and slipping about. There were a handful of reasons he could assume was the cause, though the most likely was that being shoved into a soaking wet moving sack with three of your colleagues provided little traction or ability to get comfortable. That and panic. Panic was probably a rather big factor in how they were feeling. 2b, on the other hand, had to be feeling the exact opposite of how they were. The warm weight of his four ‘victims’ was a welcome sensation within the previously empty pit of his stomach. As twisted as he knew it sounded, he would’ve been confident saying that what he was feeling was honestly satisfactory. Why having living beings stretch and actually round out his stomach in a barely noticeable way was causing this feeling was a mystery to him, but at the moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when it felt this nice.

“I hope I’ve made my point clear.” The unofficial medic hummed, looking over to the grunt filled cage. They had backed away from him by now, huddled in the back most corner of their confines. The sight drew a genuine laugh from the man they all seemed to fear ten times more than before. Well that was proof if he’d ever seen it. Looks like their escape wasn’t something he had to worry about any more. So maybe he sacrificed a little of his ‘I’m not going to hurt you’ act for this. It was worth it in his eyes. And besides, he was probably the most gentle with them out of his whole little gang. If they wanted to be left with one of the others then go ahead. Although being left with the mercenary who you were created to kill didn’t sound like the most fun time to him. Smirking, he collected his goggles, mask, and tablet from the table. “It seems I have. Glad we could have this little -hic!- chat. Heh.”

He gave the cage a pat, the rattling of the metal only serving to scare the grunts further back in the ball of bodies they’d curled into, before turning to walk back to his desk. He needed to sit down. Standing apparently became a lot harder when you had four people fighting against your insides. Thinking back, he didn’t know what he would have expected. Did he stumble a little bit trying to get back to his desk? Yes, he did. It was like he forgot how to walk in all honesty. Another reason he was glad he was alone in their base. Like most things though it proved worth it when he finally collapsed into the worn chair he used for work. Without thinking twice he opened his tablet and started a new log.

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“Doc! We’re back!” The call rang out through the appartement, followed by three sets of footsteps marching their way in and the door slamming shut perhaps a little stronger than needed. As the hinges of the door stopped rattling the three expected to hear a displeased groan, followed by the ruffled form of 2b appearing in the hallway to scold them for being so aggressive or something like tracking blood into the base. Honestly, why he still bothered was a mystery to them, at least Sanford and Deimos for they had zero clue what went on in Hank’s head, for the most part. They were mercenaries, fighters, people looking to not end up with their brains splattered on the wall or something worse. They were going to be bloody upon returning, even if that blood wasn’t their own. It wasn’t like their floors were carpet or anything either. In the end though they never bothered to fight the scoldings. No use making the unofficial medic mad, especially if they needed help. The lack of disgruntled medic in the hallway or at least yelling when silence returned to the room was worrying. After a minute or two with nothing spoken and no ruffled hacker to be seen, Deimos tried again to call him.

“2b?” He called out, peering down the hallway which led to their rooms. There wasn’t any blood on the walls, a good sign to start, and no bullet holes that weren’t there before. Unless the Agency suddenly learned how to do stealth missions, something he and he knew the other two were hoping wasn’t the case, he had hopes. Again, no response from the man. Gun still in his hand he took one glance back to the others, a silent ‘follow me’, before continuing down the hallway. Although Deimos had made it to the closed door first he’d been pushed past by the red goggle wearing giant as he reached for the doorknob. Hank had been the one to open the door to 2b’s room. He’d also been the first of the trio to feel the tension in his shoulders drop. It wasn’t long after he had relaxed that he was shoved into the room by two bodies trying to get in and see any damage that could’ve been done while they were gone. The sight of 2BDamned softly snoring away in his chair, nothing in the room seeming out of place, was most certainly a welcome one.

“Ah. So that’s why he isn’t barking us up a tree for your entrance, Dei.” Sanford hummed with a laugh, careful to watch his volume. If there was one thing he didn’t want to deal with after their mission it was a cranky Doc who got woken up by them. It wasn’t a secret he didn’t necessarily sleep after all and there was no way he could survive off coffee like he seemed to silently claim he could sometimes. They all had times when their sleep schedules were fucked.

“Oh shut up, ‘Ford.” Deimos shot back with a playful punch to the man’s bicep. “It’s not like I’m the one who slammed the door. That’s what he would’ve been on our asses about.”

“You slammed it open then yelled loud enough for all of Nevada to hear you. Don’t act like you’re innocent!”

As the two’s words morphed into friendly bickering Hank took it upon himself to deliver the bit of what they got that couldn’t stay in the duffle bag slung over his shoulder at the moment. Buried in the pocket of his jacket was a small object. Something he hadn’t expected to find, but had snagged nonetheless when it had been pointed out by Deimos. For a second as he walked over to the man a rough hand dug around fabric, fingers gripping plastic as he arrived at his destination. Without thinking he tossed the USB onto the hacker’s desk, eyes wandering over small things like the empty coffee mug or discarded goggles. Behind red-tinted goggles they landed on the man’s tablet, the screen now illuminated thanks to what he could assume had been the small drive hitting the desk. Prying wasn’t something he often did when it came to his teammates, respecting their privacy as they often did his, but after a certain word caught his eye he couldn’t help but read the log that had popped up.

Title: Experiment 05SB

Time: 7:42 pm, xx/xx/xx

Author: 2BDamned

Note: I…cannot believe I’m about to write this. This is update one of Experiment 05SB, an experiment started without much if any bit of a proper plan behind it. Phase I, I suppose you could call it, was a success. The shrunken grunts are, in fact, small enough to swallow whole and…alive. MAGs have not yet been confirmed to be the same way, though I’m sure that answer will show itself one day. I am unsure why I am able to keep four of them down without feeling nauseated, but I can. I will update at a later time when more information has presented itself.

The log ended there, eyes falling away from the screen as Hank’s mind worked to process the information it had just been given. According to what had been written before the man had fallen victim to sleep, it was not only possible to swallow the shrunken beings sitting in one of the cages behind him, but the unofficial doctor had done it himself. Four times to be exact. Curiosity grabbed control of his eyes, slowly panning them up to the cage of grunts who looked noticeably more terrified than they usually did. Had they seen the whole thing go down? His mind continued to wander, finding new questions like how on earth the hacker had managed to keep living and no doubt moving beings down like the log said he did. That is unless he’d spit them up before falling asleep. However that seemed highly unlikely-

“Snooping around Doc’s stuff, are we Hank~?” When Deimos had appeared behind him was beyond the mercenary, though the shock of hearing his voice out of the blue was enough to startle him into quickly powering off 2b’s tablet and whipping around to face the two that now stood across with him with far too smug looks on their faces for his liking.

“Woah there, big guy! We didn’t mean any trouble.” Sanford cooed, the fucking Chad cooed, holding his hands up as if he was under some sort of arrest. “Just wanted to know what you were reading over here is all~.”

“Yeah, exactly. I never expected to find you clicking through Doc’s diary.” Deimos added on nearly flawlessly. Sometimes he really hated how well they worked together. Namely when it was against him. “So, was it a love confession~?”

Hank sighed, glaring at the two through his goggles. He sure fucking hoped they could see the look on his face, despite most of it being covered by bandages and his mask. Because he was not amused and he wanted them to know it.

“No, not a love confession, you morons.” He groaned, shaking his head. Telling them straight off what it said would probably be horrible. At the moment he was still having a few difficulties understanding parts of what he read. Lying just seemed like the best choice overall. It wasn’t like he’d be the only one doing so, after all. It sure seemed like 2b did to them over the mic. Speaking of the man, Hank turned around to take a good look at him. At first glance he seemed like he normally did when he passed out in his chair from overworking himself like this. It was only when Hank took an extra second to look and let the information in his brain guide him did he see the slightly out of place softness around the sleeping hacker’s stomach. Unable to help himself Hank felt his ruined remaining lip quirk up into a small smirk under his mask as he turned around to shove the Dumbass Duo out of the room so 2b could sleep.

“Bunch’a nonsense, is all. Now move. I don’t wanna deal with him if you idiots wake him up and we still have shit to put away.”

#soft vore #mawedness combat #hahaha finally!#I’ve been waiting to use that tag #implied fatal #oopsie #it’s no named character so I guess it’s not bad #I mean this is in the M4dc0m universe so don’t expect my works with these fuckers to be as sunshine as some of my N3ws¡3s ones were #2b I do hope you won’t hate me for this if you can see it

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epicspheal · 3 years

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Heya! I hope your doing well!

Ever since swsh gave the rivals something to do after the fact( something that I believe only happened to Blue), I can't help but think of the rivals prior who haven't. What do you think they end up doing? I know that Blue ends up becoming a gym leader, but would still be interesting what you plan for him too! :3

Hi there @ihopethisendswell! So actually, it's the norm typically for the rivals to have something to do, even if it's just continuing being a roaming trainers. Being a roaming trainer is still just as valid of a career path as other routes given the way the Pokemon world works, it's just not as solid of a career path as say gym leader or research assistant. Pokemon Sword and Shield is one of the only main games that really puts emphasis on the rivals' alternate careers paths as part of the plot outside of the gen 5 games. So like you have Blue who becomes gym leader and also helps his grandpa with his research by still be a roaming trainer (much to the frustration of anyone trying to challenge his gym). By the time of Sun and Moon/USUM he has ditched the gym to become battle facility which ultimately given his status as a former champion ends up being a much more fitting role. Granted he needed that time as a gym leader as long standing humbling exercise so it wasn't a bad call at all. Then we have Silver, who remains a roaming trainer, though he kind of mainly sticks around the Dragon's Den because he really wants to avenge that loss to Lance and show how much he has changed. Then we have Brendan/May (when not the protagonist) who end up going back to being full time assistants professor Birch. Wally on the other hand, is much like Silver in that he continue to be a roaming trainer, with him staying around the Battle Resort in ORAS with him eventually going to the Battle Tree by the time the SM/USUM events occur.

Barry also follows the roaming trainer route with him staying Stark Mountain in Diamond/Pearl and with Platinum he hangs around the Survival area.

Gen 5 is where the rival's future goals get the most attention, and was the best well done (SwSh in my opinion failed hard on the rival's goals bar Klara and Avery's). Bianca is still my favorite "how to do a future career path" ending in the entirety of series which is she really doesn't know. She ends up taking up a position as Professor's Juniper's assistant. However it's this linefrom Bianca in Pokemon Black 2/White 2 that I really enjoyed:

"Actually, I'm not sure being a professor's assistant is really what I want to do... But when I do the work, I have lots and lots of fun!" I really appreciated that they allowed Bianca to have doubts that this is her final career path. She's still a child and I can remember when I was her age (God, I sound so old) how many career paths I thought about in that time frame...and only one of those comes even remotely close to what I'm attempting to go back to school for. I liked how she's just trying to things and aiming for experiences while not trying to commit herself to one specific path. Now obviously this could theoretically be true for any number of the rivals as with the exception of Blue (and Wally although for some odd reason they didn't give him an aged up model considering he'd be just as old as Red and Blue are) we don't see them as adults and their ambitions could very well have indeed changed over the years. Then you have Cheren who after that scolding from Alder really begins to question his pursuit of strength and what he really wants to do. Cue 2 years later in BW2 where we see him as the Aspertia City gym leader as well a lecturer at the trainer's school. Fitting as it shows his desire and capabilities as a trainer but also allowing a more concrete goal than just pursuing strength but actually overseeing the future generations. And Hugh, another one of my favorite characters, concludes his story arc on forgiveness (since he had absolutely none for Team Plasma at the beginning of the story) ends up a roaming trainer but also helping the good side Team Plasma in Driftveil City reunite Pokemon that were stolen during the events of Black/White to their original trainers. So he has a goal and really touching one I might add, one of the few that doesn't revolve around battling or researching.

Then there's the XY rivals who were admittedly the most shafted. They all pretty much end up as roaming trainers except for Trevor who already had the aim of completing the Pokedex for Professor Sycamore and he continues to do so.

The no specific aim works the best, in my opinion, for Shauna as she really didn't have much of a goal to begin with outside of travelling/making memories, and much like I said with Bianca, it's okay for characters to not have a specific end game (although I personally see Bianca's route as better as although she isn't quite sure what she wants to do, she does take initiative and actively pursue a goal to gain experience and see if it's for her).

Serena/Calem (again when not the protag) having no set aim also works because they were most competitive of the group and continuing to be a trainer makes sense, but since they get hardly any development it just feels hollow and not satisfying. At least with characters like Wally, Silver and Barry who are roaming they all went through some major development. Lack of major development plus no end game just makes Serena and Calem unfortunately just not stand out.

Then Tierno...poor Tierno. He's my favorite XY character and I hate that screwed over so poorly. He actually a goal but the game doesn't allow us to see how a dance team would work. Kalos really could've benefitted from a Pokemon Contest/Musical like sidequest where Tierno shines in. So him being a roaming trainer is just...meh.

Now moving on to Gen 7 and best boy Hau (Hau's up there with Blue and Leon as one of my favorite Pokemon characters PERIOD). In both Sun and Moon and USUM he's a roaming trainer but I argue that Sun and Moon actually wrapped up his character better, despite USUM giving him much more in the way of development. By that I mean he explicitly mentions to the player that he wants become strong enough to find his father who fled Alola because the pressure of being the Kahuna's son was too much. So yeah he is still just a regular trainer, but he does have an explicit goal that goes beyond just trying to continue to measure up to the player. He also helps to train the reforming Team Skull grunts in the art of Alolan SuMo. In USUM this is erased for a more generic roaming trainer scenario unfortunately. Gladion's fate also changes depending on what version of the Gen 7 games you play. With Sun and Moon he ends up taking over as Aether's president but also still trains on the side as he is one of the challengers that can come for your title in the post game. In Ultra Sun and Moon he actually takes the "I'm going to Kanto" route instead of Lillie although he actually back and is essentially a roaming trainer since Lusamine's villainy was nerfed and therefore allowed to stay as Aether's president

Then there's Trace who ends up champion then loses it, but keeps on going in this endless circle of trying to reclaim it from the player. And then finally the Gen 8 rivals where we have Bede, Marnie, Klara and Avery all become gym leaders and Hop is a professor. Despite this cast having the most focus on their future paths since the gen 5 rivals I don't think they were done that well. Like Klara and Avery's worked, really well and they're probably the only rivals bar Trace and Blue who actually their goals (with them actually maintaining there dream status because their goal didn't involve becoming champion).

I've talked about Hop's on this post before but the lack of genuine foreshadowing just made his sudden declaration of wanting to be a Pokemon Professor just come out of nowhere. And honestly considering the fact that he had just come out of a depressive stage and still hadn't quite addressed his idolization issues I think he would've been served better with the Bianca route where yes he becomes Sonia's assistant, but it's clear that he's still trying to find his new path and that he's just open to trying out research rather than making a rather bold claim that this was his new career path. Either that or do better in the foreshadowing where he shows he has a much clearer interest in academia but feels like he needs to be a champion like his brother.

Then there's Marnie who I've also stated was kind of screwed over. Because she made it rather clear to Piers she didn't want to be gym leader (which makes sense given that she saw how that position screwed over older brother that she admires). She's pretty much doing this because she still has the motivation to save her hometown which is extremely admirable and mature. But also it's sad, like if she didn't have to do this, would she honestly still be gym leader. I think not, at least not immediately. Considering that gym challengers can still compete on the big stage with the champion's cup rematches and some even can be invited to the Galarian Stars Tournament, I think if I had of written that I would've focused on how with Leon as the head of MC he's going to actually work with Spikemuth to revitalize without shouldering the responsibility on one single person, especially a minor. And let her be a roaming trainer and live for herself and not continue to be Spikemuth's martyr.

Then there's Bede who quite vocally states when crashing the Champion's Cup that he was ready to retire. Like poor boy goes from being used as Rose's wishing star collector and fall boy to Opal's reirement plan. Like yes it's great that Opal actually remembers his name and gives him a support system and teaches him some discipline. But still it's kind of sad as he was very much okay with retiring but more or less gets goaded into staying because of the stadium audience.

So this post got way longer than I what it was going to be but hey that happens. But yeah too long don't read, all of the rivals do have a goal, even if a lot of them end up as roaming trainers. If I'm honest in most cases (bar the gen 6 rivals because they lacked developent) the roaming trainer thing works. Because they're kids and they still have their whole lives ahead of them and they don't need to have concrete job just yet. Especially because in some cases the concrete plan just doesn't always fit the character. It works best when it feels like an organic part of the story and not just trying to wrap things up for the sake of wrapping things up.

Finally, to answer your question about how I deal with Blue. Well in my Pokeverse (dubbed cactusverse in case you see me refer to my AU as this), I tend to be fairly canon compliant to the games. So after he loses his champion title to Red he becomes Viridian gym leader, slightly patches things up with grandfather by helping with the research and eventuallya head of the Battle Tree as an adult once he gains the Battle Legend Status (which is an actual legitimate title in cactusverse held currently only by him, Red and Leaf, although one of my OCs gets this designation as well). So nothing that really deviates from canon except for some offscreen events. Basically the battle legend status is bestowed if a major event happens that is taken care of by an already established powerful trainer. So there's a rather major plot thing the Kanto Trio gets involved in that once they take care of gives them their status.

Also for cactusverse there's the whole issue of the Viridian City gym. So it eventually it gets passed down to Trace as Blue has shown that he's become a bit too powerful to be a gym leader. He was honestly when he first got it probably still a bit overkill for an 8th gym leader, but he also really needed an attitude adjustment. And with Lance being a far better father figure to him than Oak could ever dream of, with the help of Agatha tried to rein in his egotistical and self important ways by giving him the position. Which worked very well. Still in cactusverse there's rules on the win percentage a gym can have and that's determined by position. Win too many for your rank and you get moved, vice versa if you lose too many, and sometimes you might even lose your position. The first and last gym leaders are always the most at risk of losing their status. This actually happens to Wallace, Iris and eventually Raihan because they just end up exceeding the strength of most challengers who try to challenge them. Hence why all three of them end up champions at some point cactusverse (Raihan does not become Galar's champion, but Johto's champion since I really like the idea of him spreading his wings beyong Galar).

Blue between the time of BW2 and SM had ended up getting to a point that no one had gotten a gym badge off of him in a couple of years which is unacceptable by league standards and he would've gotten booted out sooner had Lance not personally asked my OC Terra to come kick his butt and get a badge off of him. And cue possibly the most iconic and brutal gym battles to have ever gone down in a region of outside of Galar because two heartbroken champion tier trainers, who broke each other's heart is a recipe for a frightening battle. Lance happened to referree that match and might be a little traumatized. Terra won and he was able to give out his last badge before Red came back from his latest global trip and said let's go to Alola.

#rival blue #rival marnie #rival hop #rival bede #rival silver #rival wally #rival barry #rival bianca #rival cheren #rival hugh #rival hau #rival gladion #ask epic spheal #rival klara #rival avery #rival trace

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secret-time-is-here · 5 years

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True stars bring true smiles

Notes: Unpopular opinion, but I personally headcanon Ink’s blush as black and not rainbow- because if you put all the colors together you get black, plus Ink is black, and Ink’s called ink, and he throws up Ink- you get the point.

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“So how are you and the d-… Error doing?” Dream asked courtesy as he sat in friend’s home, facing his Ink mannerly as he sat in the skeleton’s living room.

“He’s still a blind as he is literally, it’s honestly hilarious. I have to teach him everything like he’s a kid, it’s pathetic.” The artist laughed, not minding to keep his voice down as he talked on about how Error was so easy to trick and play with.

Dream nervously hushed Ink, scooting slightly away and turned his head, slouching down and frowning.

“This still doesn’t feel right…” The guardian trailed off, looking down and away from the artist.

“Oh, please. It’s not like I like the piece of shit-”

“Ink!” Dream cut in, clearly not happy with the way Ink was talking about Error.

“Anyways.” Ink said as he rolled his eyes, “He’ll believe anything I say, he’s a stupid toy, Dream. He might as well be a kid. I got him back on a normal sleep schedule so it’s too late for him to hear anything, he’s a heavy sleepier than classic anyhow.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re doing this behind his back!” Dream protested

“We’re.” Ink corrected as he moved closer to Dream, and lowered him on the couch. Dream couldn’t object more as he was kissed and pushed back into the couch, effectively cornered. “Now, let’s shut up and get to the good stuff.” Ink suggested as he gave Dream his heart and non-existent soul, loving him like he would love no other.

Error shook his head, trying to forget one of many memories of Ink’s betrayal to him. However, he knew he probably never forget it, no matter how hard he tried. After double checking the room for all of his belongings, which he couldn’t see any of, he closed his suitcase and headed downstairs. Ink would be home any minute.

Once the ex-destroyer got down the stairs, he looked over the house one last time, already missing it and the few good memories in it. He could remember when he and Blue made up and baked cookies together in the kitchen and also burnt tacos after trying to deep fry them, he looked to the dining room and recalled the first real birthday he ever had, another look but to living room and he could practically see Dream and Ink on the couch himself playing and somehow beating Classic and Fell in MarioKart.

It was the last time he was going to see any of this, but for some reason, he didn’t want to remember any of it.

“I’m home! RuRu where are-” Ink started, putting on the fake happy smile he always had on for his fake lover, but then stopped as he saw Error with a grim look on his face and suitcase in hand. “Erry? Wh-What are you doing…?” Ink asked hesitantly, knowing what Error was about to do, but not accepting it.

“I’m leaving this place” He spoke, no emotion in his voice as he glared at Ink. “I’m leaving my memories behind- the few happy ones I have here-” he continued, “And I’m leaving your cheating ass behind!” Error yelled out, his voice cracking as he finally accepted aloud what his lover had been doing, tears starting to leak out of his mismatched and mishaped eyes.

The ex destroyer stormed out of the room and went to the front door, wanting to get away from the Ink as soon as he could, but something stopped him.

Ink was holding his hand, Error was comfortable with his touch now, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be touched by him. The hands that he held Dream with as he pressed the positive guardian down into the couch, the same hands that assured Dream that Error was nothing but a toy and they wouldn’t be caught, the same fucking hands that cheated on him with Dream.

Error tore his hand away, not listening to Ink’s fake pleas as he left the house in the doodle sphere, and went back to his home.

—–

Quiet Outertale, the way it should be, alone with no one beside him or to bother him or to cheat on him- no no, he came to the stary Au to stop thinking about that. Not rethink everything and replay everything in his mind.

Error sat away from his usual spot of the skirts of Stardin and relaxed on a floating rock up high in the sky, where he couldn’t be seen from down below if anyone was to look for him. They wouldn’t believe him, they barely trust him, they would only take him back to that hellhole- …he really needed to get back to clearing his mind of thoughts and knitting.

Instead focusing on the pattern of loops and comforting clicks of his needles, he continued the star pattern scarf he had been making, one he was inspired to make by his favorite Au; maybe when he was done with it he could leave it as a gift for Outer.

The comforting clicks were blocked out when a portal opened across the rock, Ink stepping out it.

“Error there you are! Please, we need to talk-” but he was cut off by Error’s laugh and grunt of amusement.

“Well that’s funny, I thought that you had Mr.Yellow to talk to! Oh, here’s a brilliant idea!” Error’s voice faked innocence and reeked of sarcasm, “Go back to your perfect boyfriend and leave me the hell alone!” The ex destroyer snapped, as he stood up and put away his knitting needles as well as his unfinished work.

“…but you’re my boyfriend, RuRu.” Ink whispered out, barely audible.

“No!” Error yelled loud enough that probably everyone in the Stardin heard him, “I’m your toy! That’s what you said if I remember right- your pathetic, stupid, child-like, toy! The skeleton that you can trick and play with like a doll! The one that you pretended to love! The one you called a piece of shit!

“I left you! I’m not your boyfriend and never will be again! I did so much for you! I gave up destroying! I gave up my friends! I gave up my AntiVoid! You were supposed to give up something too- But no! What do I see you doing daily during our relationship?! Protecting the Aus from Nightmare! I gave up my whole fucking life and you can’t do such a little thing as give up a job! But you did give up one thing- our relationship when you cheated on your doll Error with perfect guardian Dream! So no- we don’t have anything to talk about cheater!” Error continued to yell at the same volume, rising gradually, he wouldn’t be surprised if every Au out there had heard him.

“…I’m sorry, Error.”

“Sorry doesn’t change anything!” Error huffed, seemingly done with yelling, but then said one final statement before rebooting: “I HATE YOU, INK!”

—–

Months. It had been months, and Ink looked like crap. He had waited hours for Error to finish rebooting, but the bar above his head only managed to go up a few percentages, and by the time he was able to go back to OuterTale- Error was gone.

He ended up breaking off everything with Dream, and it turns out, unsurprisingly, Outer had overheard Error along with the rest of Stardin. Now the whole multiverse knew of what he had done.

The most he can do now is protect the Aus that Nightmare’s goes after and then hightail it out of there before Dream show’s up to clean the place up -which they had agreed on, because, despite everything, they still are a team- or the resident sans -if they’re even alive by the time Nightmare leaves- kicks him out of the world and he’s no longer welcome. Like half the Aus have already done.

Pain started to erupt from where his soul would be, someone was destroying an Au.

Arriving on the scene after doing a quick clean up of himself, he noticed it was a newer Au, probably just finished, but not sentient yet- but someone else was there.

“Error?!” Ink yelled out, not expecting the ex-destroyer.

“Squid.” Error spat out, completely unloving.

“Come on Squid!” Error laughed at the old nickname as he pulled Ink along to see the monkeys in the zoo, a bright smile on his what used to be a constantly scowling face. His mismatched pupils were bright stars, Error never looked happier.

“I’m sorry!” Ink tried, trying to follow Error’s path of destruction to catch up to the reformed destroyer, who was running through the new alternate of snowdin.

“For what, short stack? For not showing up to the party soon enough?” The glitched skeleton mocked as a flash of a grimly happy smile appeared before going back to serious as he continued his path of destruction.

Ink stopped in his tracks, and so did Error.

“You don’t remember?” Ink asked flatly, “You were my boyfriend, I-I cheated on you with Dream- you found out and dumped me and ran away! Then we met again in OuterTale and you yelled out how you found out all the mean things I said about you- and you yelled that you hated me- and you rebooted- and everyone in Stardin heard- and now over half the multiverse hates me-” Ink rambled before taking a deep breath

“You sound like you hit you thick-ass-skull when you fell down from your beloved perch, birdy.” Error laughed, making a mental note to call Ink birdy from then on, it did make sense- he lost count of how many times Ink repeated the same lines of the Au’s are good bullshit. A rainbow parrot.

“You don’t… You really don’t remember anything.”

“Aw- so sad, you’re love-struck daydream has turned into your worst nightmare and then you were forced into reality.” Error made boo who sounds as he rubbed below his eye sockets, his voice changed from mock to care, “Do you need a snack, baby-”

“I love you, baby.” Error sighed as he clung onto Ink like a sleepy koala, blue blush showing through the clear and handsome black bones, a small smile on his face as he fell asleep. The glow of pages outside the window highlighting the small and now well-taken care of skeleton in front of him, shinning on the dark bones. A handsome star, his star.

“Maybe a cracker, Polly?” Error’s glichtly laugh rang out as he mocked Ink, “Polly want a cracker? Or maybe you want someone to knock some sense into you!” The destroyer yelled out as he threw down bones and let his gaster blaster’s rain chaos, attacking Ink and the Au.

His Star was gone.

—–

Error went through to the hideout, being bored out of his mind- meaning he was not prepared for Nightmare to choke him with a tendril as soon as he came out of his portal.

“What are you doing back, betrayer? Your boyfriend must miss you.” Nightmare spat out, threatening voice clear.

“T-the h-h-hell…?” Error chocked out, before being dropped to the ground, coughing out as he regained his breath. “First Ink, now you guys? Why would I date anyone? Although the squid has it drilled in his mind he cheated on me with Dream and we had a big angsty argument or something like that.”

Nightmare raised his only brow at him, then narrowed it down again.

“What do you last remember?” Nightmare questioned, having some understanding of what was going on.

“Weird question, I woke up after maybe a long reboot, and I had a star scarf in my hands and my needles. My strings were out of my eye’s like I’d been crying or something, and then I went back to my Antivoid- which was really dusty and abandoned for some reason besides a still packed suitcase.

“I stayed there for a while and got then git the urge to destroyer some shit and went to a new Au, Ink showed up, spewed out his daydream of how we were together- and I beat him up, finished off the Au, and then got bored so I came here. Does that work for ya?” Error finished after recounting what he last remembered.

Nightmare blinked, and then took him to sit down in the living room, and started explaining everything to him.

“So, keep in mind you don’t remember any of this- but it did happen- you probably just forgot it because of your long reboot. Basically, somehow Ink gained you trust- don’t ask me how, you should go to him for answers- but you two fell in love and started dating about… maybe 2 years ago?

“You gave up destroying, us and most of your life to be with him. I guess sporadically throughout it Ink was cheating on you with Dream. You finally had enough and left him, you two had a big argument in OuterTale and everyone heard you yell how Ink had called you a pathetic stupid toy or something like that- and you had your reboot.

“Since Outer was one of the many, many people that heard it, he spread around Ink’s mistake, and now over half the multiverse hates him. From what I’m guessing, Ink and Dream aren’t together anymore and have some shit going on so they can still protect the Aus- and Ink is basically an outcast, serve’s him right honestly.” Nightmare finished leaving Error agape, disgusted and surprised at himself.

They were both surprised he didn’t reboot again.

—–

“Alright, Squid! I want answers!” Error called out once he noticed Ink showing up to the destroyer Au.

Ink swallowed down the anxiety that was building up and slowly nodded. Showing he would give the answers Error wanted.

Ink made a portal away to a quiet place, Error followed him. It was the AntiVoid, Error’s home.

“Why not OuterTale?” Error questioned, expecting an Au and not one of the few places in the multiverse that Ink hated.

“This is better, I’m not exactly… allowed back there anymore.” Ink sighed, “What answers do you want? My life has become an open book at this point.”

Error looked at Ink for a second, a look that said you got to be kidding me, but when Ink didn’t continue about his apparent banishment from OuterTale Error just went to sit in his hammock and made a quick and sturdy seat of strings for Ink.

Ink shyly sat down in the seat.

“Well… I guess everything wasn’t a daydream that turned into your fucked up Nightmare, so I guess my first questioned is simply: How?” Ink gave Error a confused look, “Like, how did you get me to trust you enough for Cupid to come into town?”

“Cupid? He has a holiday?” Error questioned, not knowing what Valentine’s day was. There was an innocent look to his face as Ink had to explain it was a day for lovers and couples, as well as the one you cared about. Then Ink asked again If Error would like to spend Valentine’s day with him and go on a date.

“… It took- a lot. I don’t know how I really did it myself.” Ink started, a light blush growing on his face, making it turn an Inky black. “It took about a year, really. I started by getting you to teach me how to knit, then in return, I taught you how to cook, then I started to take care of you and teach you about life-”

“Alright, I don’t want to hear mushy shit. Next question- How did you get me to stop destroying? That had been my purpose for- well, as long as I can remember.”

“Right, right. Um… You did that yourself, actually. You wanted our relationship to be open and accepted by my friends, so you stopped destroying to prove that they could give you a chance to change. You became best friends with Blue and Outer because of it. You even started to slowly trust fell and Dream.”

“Ugh, abomination #13.” Error sighed, “Anything important about our relationship I should know?”

Ink looked down as if he was trying to remember everything of importance.

“Your favorite animal became monkey’s after I took you to the zoo once, Outer and Blue are your best friends now- and would probably still take you in after everything- I forget how, but for a while, I managed to get you to sleep and eat on a daily basis.”

“I got you to take a bath, and somehow managed to get you to take shower’s daily.” Ink laughed, remembering an extra detail “It was funny. The first time I got you to have one, you stared a the tub like an angry cat-” Ink stopped himself, realizing he was sounding just the slightest bit lovesick, “…you were my star. The one the would shine even brighter than me and could cheer up anyone, you joined us to the Aus a lot and would help out anyone who was sad or having tough times. It’s how you gained Dream’s trust.

“You might already know this, But you gave up being friend or allies- whatever you guys were- with Nightmare and his team… We had our first kiss in OuterTale, I asked you to be my boyfriend there too- … I was planning to purpose there as well.”

There was a long silence, Ink could feel The destroyer’s stare dig into him, it almost hurt. Although, the heartless shouldn’t feel pain.

“If you were so lovesick over the glitched and hated destroyer- why did you cheat? Like, it’s almost ridiculous how much it sounds like you cared about me, it makes me want to barf.” Error gaged, seemingly thinking about the topic too much.

“I don’t know myself. I got… addicted to Dream I guess. But, once I cut thing’s off with him, I realized how much I loved you. I realized how I missed the little things you’d do for me. I missed how I was able to teach about the world. I miss how you were the only one that could make me smile.”

There was a pause, and Ink looked at Error directly in the eyes.

“You made an emotionless and soulless skeleton smile a true smile.”

Dream and Nightmare belong to @jokublog

Ink belongs to @comyet (Sorry for corrupting your child :’| )

Outer and OuterTale belong to @outertale

Error belongs to @loveofpiggies

Underfell belongs to ??? (Couldn’t find it, if you know who made UF please tell me)

Underswap belongs to the undertale community

Classic/ sans belongs to toby fox

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poorlydrawnalola · 5 years

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does everyone here have specific ages, or are they just 'trainer age' 'trial captain age' 'adult' et c et c

well like. you can sorta tell for some. like, obviously the four kids are 11, and gladion is a “little older than you” so idk. 13? and you can kinda assume the professors are early 30sish, so– actually this is a very interesting ask you guys mind if i ramble! first off pray that tumblr mobile works, normally it does not, and i tried to add a read more.

welcome to the hypothesis cave. LETS REVIEW, STARTING WITH THE MAIN PLAYERS:

sun and moon: literally the same age because. protag thing. 11

hau: also protag age! 11

lillie: i thhhink she’s 11. at least 10 and a half

gladion: anywhere from 12 to 13

the profs: well if uhhhh kukui mentioned going through his journey in kanto and is said to rep the players from red n blue days, we can say roughly 30. same for burnet since theyre about the same age?

BADDIES, reformed and not-so-reformed:

guzma: he and kukui were kids around the same time so. sorry edgy teen headcanons, this man has a fuckin mortgage

plumeria: her’s is kind of vague. she’s definitely younger than guz, but more mature than the teenagers (plus they call her BIG sis so) my bet is arouuuuund mid-ish twenties?? I DONT KNOW

skull grunts: theres only so many edgy teenager jokes the game can make before you realize. gladion is most likely the youngest from back when he was in.

lusamine: I THINK SHE SAID SHE’S FORTY????

wicke: again, very vaaague… 30 maybe?

faba: idk he LOOKS old but can old people really be full of that much spite? probably. at least 40something

TRIAL CAPTAINS: the age stated for them is, i shit you not,

11 to 19. SO WE GOTTA FUCKIN GUESS

illima: the kids at the pokemon school respect him like you do an older kid so. 14? 15??? freshman age

lana: shes tiny as SHIT!!! 13 and no more

kiawe: he has a whole job, and thats not something a tiny kid can do so… ehhh 16

mallow: inbetween lana and kiawe as 14, old enough to help around the restaurant

sophocles: also tiny as shit. also really still attached to molayne though so maybe like. 12? 11???

acerola: she could be seen as young or just really REALLY odd so like. ehhh 13

mina: shes got NO job and her parents are definitely older so i think. i think 19

KAHUNAS: AGES ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!

hala: old enough to be someone’s GRANDPA so like, 65, 70. and he can still kick everyone on melemele’s ass so good on him

olivia: she’s not really old, in fact she acts about the same age as burnet and kukui! 30ish i think

nanu: older than DIRT he is a FOSSIL you hand him to those fossil dudes they give you an aerodactyl (idk 50)

hapu: lillie’s age, she’s just short i think. definitely more serious than the other 11 year olds but what do you expect from a kahuna!

no more my hands Hurt

#WHAT A LINEUP #pokemon #not art

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angisam · 7 years

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your wild side

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WARNING: this chapter includes a scene that can cause discomfort to sensitive (I guess those who suffer from aicmofobia, belonephobia for example)

Tag: underfell au , wolvesfell au, bad language, violence, fight

character chapter: underfell!Papyrus , wolvesfell!Sans,

chapter summary: Sans has a bad idea. Papyrus tries very hard to recover his brother. FAIL.

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the english isn’t my first language, i hope is ok writting.

Chapter 5: spaghetti

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The first thing he noticed was that it felt warm and nice. It was covered with a soft blanket. Slowly and lazily he opened his eyes without knowing very well where he was. I look around her trying to remember her latest memories; The last thing I knew was that I was in the woods ... with the other monster- !!. After remembering the fight began to have anxiety - no no no. They CAN'T catch me again! "He got up and heard a slight tinkle, as he looked down, he noticed that there was a chain, took off his comfortable blanket and took a few steps back, the chain was stuffed around his neck, Paw found that there was something around him. He was beginning to panic. I could not pass this up again!

He sat for a while looking at the floor but at the same time trying to relax. With a loud sigh he raised his head and tried to take a closer look. He was in a cell, the bars were made of wood. Insufficiently wide enough to pass.he could see that outside the cell there was a hallway to the left although it couldn't see the bottom of it. At the other corner was a chest of drawers with three large drawers. And inside the cell there was only him and a plate with food. After the discovery, he raised his ears with all his attention on that plate. I was hungry. The last few days he had hardly eaten anything he had focused on finding his herd with no success at all. But when he went to the plate he felt a small tug on his neck. The chain was long but the delicacy opposite was far from reaching it only for very little, even if he stretching the paw he can't arrived.

What did that monster want from him? nothing nice probably . His gaze once again focused on the chain and followed the rest until he saw that the other end was lodged on the wall with an hook ... maybe he could do something.

Papyrus closed the door of the shed and looked up at the sky for some answer by leaning his back on the door. -What am I going to do now? How do I fix this, if I dont even know how it happened? "He gave a last sigh, starting to march toward his house. He did not feel like is a good idea telling anyone about it, who knows what would happen, until he had the better controlled the situation. Sans would simply stay in the shed. checked him. Although every day monsters crossed by their house to go to and return from Waterfall with the possibility of being heard, it didn't matter much, long ago the shed was reformed to be a temporary cell with which to lock problematic people in Snowdin or for humans? Who knows when it would appear one ?, it can't be said that it gave much use but it was useful in some moments like this so peculiar, nevertheless would prefer to have it in house more secure and much more controlled but until his brother didn't give his Would collaborate couldn't do more.

He dropped to the couch pulling his head back once sitting reflected on everything, his brother didnt even recognize him ... wasn't even sure he could understand when he spoke to him, it seemed that he had become wild could perhaps tame him? Or at least make him stop grunting every time he saw him. Maybe he could get her to trust him again with food, after all, and apparently Sans had been feeding on no-magical food, he had to eat something suitable to replenish magic, and there was a good chance he understood that he was not his enemy, or At least it would be a start. He entered the kitchen and began planning as if it were a high-profile mission of great importance. What he prepared should be nutritious and that will help Sans to remember to be, could work .... His expression changed to bitter as he remembered what could be truly "suitable," the greasy garbage that his brother and those in that dump dare call food.- NEVER! About my dust!- There must have been something more symbolic .... Like ... spaghetti! It was literally the first thing he cook in his life was for a week just preparing pasta and tomato sauce to improve his master recipe. His brother was eating hard pasta, salty food and burnt sauce for seven long days it is impossible for him not to remember such a thing.

With a smile on his skull he began to get ingredients and prepare the water for the pasta. For a moment he rephrased whether to make it as vomit as in his first attempts, but he reminded himself that the goal was to eat the dish not to hate him more than he was now hate him.

After spending two long worried days and an extra plus being confused, Papyrus was finally relaxed, it was really the only thing that made him really smile and make him happy after having a day (everyday) of shit. It was pleasant to disconnect and think that nothing bad would happen while he cooking.

After an hour in the kitchen (or about that) and steaming plate and succulent pasta was ready for anyone to lay the tooth. he grab the plate and take it out of the house, to the shed, when he enter he notice that something wasn't right. Sans was still unconscious, lying on the ground in the same posture as when he removed the ropes, it was a great advantage that during the whole trip did not wake up but it had already been four hours since the fight, well maybe it had not been that long As if to worry, but the Great skeleton was rethinking the problem. he jerked your head and he into on the cell, the door had a much safer lock but in this case I simply used the knocker on the door of the cell. Papyrus left the plate close to his brother who gave clear signs that he wasn't comfortable, his body was contracted, a clear signal that he was cold, and it seemed that he didn't sleep well.

the skeleton returned to the kitchen with the idea that later would check him again if he were still unconscious, for now your current objective was to prepare a recipe that he have long seen but couldn't find the time to try it, he look at the round and big clock of the kitchen; 4:17 AM, he was tired but Asgore knows that sleeping would be impossible as much as he wanted. He went to the fridge and started to get the ingredients they needed. I have been trying to figure out how to do this, but I do not know what to do. The plate I could simply keep it tied up like before, he would have to find a way to handle it more easily without becoming the bad guy. He left the cage and approached the large chest of drawers. He opened the first drawer and pulled out a coiled string of good length (but short in his own way) and rummaging further he found the string where the string was, the drawer was full of instrument like padlocks, strings, chains, And especially wives. A pile of three blankets lay on top of the same chest of drawers. The blankets were practically so that the prisoner did not die of cold, to make reports on the death of crooks was something totally odious. When he had everythinghe needed he returned to the cell again and began putting the red leather necklace to the monster and then the chain that hooked on the wall. On the wall were a couple of more hooks and handcuffs to tie the wrists, who would not be proud to turn a filthy shed into a cell of improvised to "luxury"? After finishing all the tasks he have sighed and left with the hope that what he had done would not cause much controversy for his brother.

5:07 AM

He looked at the clock and thought it wise to make an inspection again, took off his apron and returned to the shed.

When he entered,Sans was already awake, lying and huddled on the wall, then noticed the plate of spaghetti. It was still intact where he had left it an hour earlier. Not even showed a sign of a bit shy. It was intact. Sans didn't take his eyes off him, watching for the most imperceptible movement in him.

Papyrus sighed and sat down in front of where the other was outside the cell.

"Remember when I started with the kitchen? You've been eating my mistakes for a week, "I laugh lightly," but I've improved in the last few years, remember? "- the other simply kept his gaze, this was totally ridiculous. A closer look Papyrus discovered blood stains on the ground rather worrying. Already with the restlessness in the body the great and high skeleton went towards the door of the cell. His brother became aware of the other's intentions and put himself in a position of defense, grunting for a change- " STOP A FUCKING TIME WITH THAT!" - halfway down he found that on the wall where the hook for the chain was overly chipped Full of claw marks. Papyrus frowned as he redirected his gaze to his paws. And as the other suspected, he kept his right paw raised where it was observed, as on the tip of a piece of wood, some blood dripped. He had to do something about it, whether or not his brother collaborated.

#underfell #wolvertale #Sanspar #wolverfell

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epicspheal · 3 years

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Hi again! Just wanted to know your opinion on the Pokemon villains, especially towards a chance of redemption. I think the only villains that kinda got redeemed was Archie and Maxie, learning that what they did was a mistake ( a little too late tho) and maybe Colress ( being the true neutral he is), through the Alola games. But yeah, what's you're opinion on them?

Hi Ihopethisendswell!

I’ve been sitting on this ask for a bit just trying to gather my thoughts. To be honest, the Pokemon Villains are some of my least favorite aspects of the games, mainly because in my opinion they’re rarely handled well (except for original Team Plasma and Team Skull, those guys are amazing and I except no slander of either)

I’ll start with Team Rocket. They have a very basic but realistic evil goal (especially in a setting as fantastic as the world of Pokemon). I honestly can’t say I dislike them. I would like to see more teams using their concept of just taking advantage of Pokemon for profit and selfish reasons rather than trying to tie in some philosophy (because to be honest in my opinion most of the teams who try to use philosophy to justify their extremism just end up looking really stupid for the most part). I like Kanto Team Rocket better than Johto’s plot and Rainbow Rocket was only good for the “what if” aspect and adding to the new multiverse lore. As far as redemption...I don’t think Giovanni or the grunts really deserve it.

For Team Aqua and Team Magma, I actually like them in a “so bad it’s good” type of way (definitely nostalgia based as even though I got into Pokemon during the original anime, I didn’t get to play a main game until gen 3). Like the idea of having two separate evil teams competing against each other to see who can enact their plans first is a super cool concept in my opinion but wasted on the idiocy of the “expand the land/expand the sea” goals. I will say I enjoyed their Emerald enhanced plot and ORAS’s expansion on them in the Delta Episode. I think the Emerald clash of Kyogre and Groudon was the most logical conclusion to their schemes. As far as redemption goes, I do think Maxie and Archie should’ve served some jail time like Chairman Rose because their plan was just as catastrophic if not more so.

For Team Galactic, ugh. They’re my second least favorite. They were just boring and made an already painfully slow game even more intolerable. This is where I give the Pokemon Anime credit, they made them more interesting in the games and I actually really loved how it was adapted (proof that when they want to the anime can have some really solid writing). Redemption for them? Nope, you literally tried to rewrite the world. Even with Cyrus’ tragic backstory...still nope.

Now for Team Plasma. This is how you do an evil team. Easily one of my favorite teams to actually go up against in game. I like that they actually tried to tackle an ethical question with Pokemon in Team Plasma. N was a fantastic antagonist and I’m glad he saw the light at the end and he definitely deserves the redemption. And all of the Team Plasma grunts who actually believed in N’s goal deserve redemption. I really enjoyed what they did in BW2 where they had the Plasma House with the misguided former grunts and the confrontation between the old team plasma and Neo Team Plasma about how ostracized the reformed grunts are. Although I don’t like Neo Team Plasma as much (although the outfits are 100 times cooler), it does make sense that the ones still loyal to Ghetsis would try for another attempt. Also it took me a second runthrough of White 2 to really appreciate Colress and his “this is for science” mantra but you know what, I love him. Him and N are really awesome and deserve the redemption. Ghetsis can go jump in a fucking volcano though, him and his followers (: As for Team Flare, they suffer a lot from not getting a sequel or third version. But like Team Galactic the anime adaptation did a lot of good for them. Team Flare is like Team Aqua/Magma for me in that I think they’re so bad it’s actually good. They actually had some funny dialogue bits and there was actually a lot of potential for them storywise if we had of gotten another Kalos game. The Great War, and AZ all had a lot of potential. Plus having an Elite 4 member working with them? That was more of a twist than Lysandre being the boss. And the Xerosic post-game plot was heartbreaking. Redemption wise though, it’s kind of hard to do with a group who literally tried to nuke the world.

Team Skull. I love these guys. I love them so much. This is another example for me personally of an evil team done right. I really liked how they weren’t even evil, just frustrated youth who were failed by Alola’s tradition. Like I could seriously go on about how toxic the Alolan community really is if the fact that a child failing the island challenge (a coming of age journey) somehow makes them feel so down about themselves and feel like rejects to the point they join a literal gang to find some sort of belonging (this is of course not talking about the origins of Team Skull being from a disgraced Kahuna who incurred the wrath of the tapus). Like I feel so sorry for them and I wanted to yell at the Kahunas in game for them not recognizing that their traditions were creating the Team Skull problem. Team Skull definitely deserved their redemption as they reformed in the post game

Aether Foundation though, ugh. Easily my least favorite. I really disliked the Aether Family as a whole as I felt they were invasive to the plot and that the focus should’ve been on team skull and how traditions while important can have harmful consequences. I will say it was nice to have female antagonist and I vastly prefer SM Lusamine to USUM Lusamine. USUM Lusamine was more redeemable but she was less interesting and USUM really screws up Lillie’s development which I dislike (which is saying something because I really can’t stand Lillie).

Team Yell was a disappointment. Honestly there was so much potential because like Team Skull they are a very grounded team (as you can see, I like the grounded in reality teams more so than the philosphical extremist ones). Like I can totally understand why they would form considering how dilapidated Spikemuth is. The issue is that they aren’t given a chance to do much actual evil. Even though Team Skull wasn’t really all that bad, they still did bad things. Which is realistic given their desperation. As desperate as Team Yell was to get Marnie to become champion I was expecting more sabotage and outright hostility. Which while being bad, would be realistic given their situation. That and the fact that no one really calls out the fact the irony of their sabotage actually delegitimizing Marnie’s strengths as a trainer. Like is Marnie truly one of the strongest trainers from the gym challenge or were their people who could’ve beat her who got targeted by Team Yell and ultimately dropped out? Not to mention the implications of ongoing beef between Team Yell and Chairman Rose. Again so much potential wasted. If they had of just made them just a tad more hostile and had someone point out how they were unintentionally making Marnie look bad, they’d easily be one of my favorites.

Macros Cosmos. I think this was the team most screwed over by the plot, and the controversial anime adaptation did them only a few favors. I’ve said this before, but the royal twins historical manipulation plot was more interesting than Rose’s “I’m going to start the Galarian Apocalypse to save Galar” plot. And the sad part is Rose could’ve been a very compelling antagonist. I’ll say that if they really wanted to make Rose an antagonist, they could’ve taken away the Eternatus plot and just used his poor communication skills to cause problems for the gym leaders and champion. A bad boss with impatience and crappy communication skills is something many people can relate to, and I think would’ve been a more interesting plot than trying to force philosophical extremism on to him because.

And lastly the Royal Twins. Man I hated them, but also they’re some of my favorite antagonists. I think people at times look solely at their goofy hairstyles and entitledness and forget how dangerous these two actually were. They had a whole network of spies loyal to them? Imagine a game with them as the main protagonists where it gets to the point you can’t trust the NPCs because who knows which one supports them. Also their historical revision plot is something so relevant today with textbooks being written in a way to minimize horrible atrocities such as the trans-Atlantic slave trade. Granted their plot in game left a lot to be desired, but they had so much potential and honestly a better reasoning to want to awake Eternatus than Rose did. As you can see I prefer the more grounded teams such as Rocket, Plasma, Skull and Yell (in theory) and the Royal Twins given how their goals relate to the real world. I also think in many ways Gamefreak does better with those plots wiriting wise than the philosophical extremist teams.

#team rocket #team aqua #team magma #team galactic #team plasma #neo team plasma #team flare #team skull #aether foundation #team yell #macro cosmos #sordward and shieldbert #ask epic spheal #ask me anything #thanks for the ask!

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