Baby Tears
He didn't understand.
The mute mutterings, the mourning eyes, the cold tears.
The black suits and gowns, the tolling chapel's bell, or the sadness on his aunt's face.
All this grief and heartache.
It confused him. His young, naïve, 7-year-old mind couldn't understand it at all.
Couldn't understand the weight and meaning of the funeral.
Or the not-funeral. The adults sometimes called it a memorial. Not that he knew the difference.
He's heard the people speak. Heard them whisper and mourn. Listened with only half an ear to the priest's honourings.
Words of empathy overlapped. A hymn of condolences, speeches, and formal utterances.
Above the lull and sway of confusing words, only one phrase had stuck to him.
"Missing and never found."
The service ended, and friends and family stuck around for one last vigil.
Little blue eyes searched the crowd, looking for the familiar face of his aunt. A man held his little hand, a friend of theirs, keeping him from wandering off.
He spotted his aunt back over at the memorial, littered with photos and candles. He nearly didn't recognise her usually chipper face behind the mask of thinly veiled tears.
The yellow boy tugged at the man's hand, wanting to go over to her. Blue eyes looked up when the man didn't budge.
"I'm sorry, little lad," the green man intoned, the sadness in his own voice muffled by the rain. "Your auntie just needs some space."
The boy's only response was a saddened pout, gazing over at his aunt again. At her despondent figure, kneeling above a picture of two faces he could hardly recognise anymore.
"Auntie Spheria," the little boy murmured that evening back at their home.
"When are they coming back?"
She had gone numb, frozen in her step. Halfway from reaching for the pan in the cupboard, dinner barely prepared.
In her limp silence, she didn't answer him. Couldn't answer him from behind the fresh look of heartbreak on her face.
The little boy's face fell. He had made her sad again.
Little feet trudged over to her side, and the young orb tucked himself under his aunt's arm, wrapping his arms around her waist. Giving comfort, while also seeking comfort.
The kitchen held its breath. A dreary silence.
A warm hand tucked the little boy closer, holding him as though to protect him from the weight of his unanswered questions. His aunt swallowed a sob.
He won't understand. The little boy wouldn't understand for a very long time.
That his mother and father have been missing for years.
And may never come back.
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Continuing to watch PMATGA and doodling as I go
Still getting used to this assholes body
Genuinely have always loved Inky and Blinky's dynamic I don't know why
And I had the sudden urge to kind of draw a human Sir C cause he was always a favorite of mine too. I think he would look a lot like Dr. Coomer from HLVRAI. Ignore the hand. Hands are my enemy
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PMATGA Headcanons: Sexualities
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Pac (Pac-Man or Pacster): Bisexual
Spiral: Non-Binary
Cylindria: Lesbian
Sir C: Straight
President Spheros: Gay
Spheria Suprema: Straight
Skeebo: Aromantic
Sherri (Braces) Strictler: Genderfluid
Elliptica: Bisexual
Zac: Straight
Sunny: Straight
Sydney Lee Miller: Bisexual
Lord Betrayus: Bisexual
Blinky: Intersex
Inky: Non-Binary
Pinky: Pansexual
Clyde: Bigender
Dr. Buttocks: Transgender
Butt-ler: Gay
Specter: Gay
Apex: Gay
Mayumi (Sydney's older sister): Straight ally
Quinn (Sydney's younger sister) : Straight
Kenzo: (Sydney's baby brother): Straight
Ms. Miller (Sydney's mother): Straight
Mr. Miller (Sydney's father): Straight
Grandma Miller (Sydney's grandmother): Straight
Grandpa Miller (Sydney’s Grandfather): Straight
Sydney's unnamed uncle: Straight
Sydney's unnamed aunt: Straight
Sydney's unnamed cousins: Straight
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Was watching Pac To The Future, and yep it's pretty much indirectly confirmed that Sir C does indeed have a prosthetic hand.
I'm willing to bet he lost it during the war, which actually is my headcanon heh.
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Hay can you draw more about the story like a comic
Stratos sneaks out of the freedom fighters base to try and stop Betrayus himself, it never works out and he always fails to reason with him. Nova tries to talk with stratos about it, but barely gets a word. Cumference understands Stratos is trying to help the team but all he is doing is hurting himself and wasting their resources on trying to stop this on his own.
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I have two questions one who do you ship with the other characters I'm just asking this out of curiosity
Two does Betrayers have a soft spot for someone?
I ship Pac with Cyli, and Spiral with Elli :) I also like Spheria and Sir C as a ship.
As for Betrayus, if you mean 'soft spot' as in shipping, then personally I don't ship him with anyone.
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