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ywpd-translations · 2 months

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Ride 766: The ones chasing the colored bib!!

Pag 1

1: Those who pride themselves on their speed on flats are jumping ahead one by one!!

Waa

So fast!

2: Their goal is

3: the first result that's 10km ahead of here...

Pag 2

1: The sprint line!!

Pag 3

1: We're done here

On!!

Hurry up, you haven't forgotten anything?

2: Damn, road racing is so much more hectic than tennis

3: I-I'll grab that for you!

Thanks

4: We have to take a different route than the race to get to the supply point ahead of time

5: They were saying that a a lot of people jumped ahead earlier right after the start

For that “something line”? Is that thing so important?

Pag 4

1: The sprint line is the first title

2: During the Inter High there are three colored bibs you can obtain in one day: the sprint's “green bib”, the mountains' “red bib”, and the one for that day's victory, the “yellow bib”

This for all three days... nine of them in total

3: And among them, the “first day's fast sprint line” is the very first one

4: A flash situation right after the start when no one is injured or had retired yet.... out of the nine bibs that everyone can desire

5: under the same conditions, this, most of all, is the one

Pag 5

1: when everyone has the same chances!!

Gallop!!

2: The green bib

3: has to be mine!!

Ugh!! That guy's fast!!

4: There's a lot of show-offs from Nagoya

They mistake flashiness for strength

Real strength is

Pag 6

2: is “thickness”!!

Th... “thickness”!?

3: I'm Oosumi from Kagoshima's Satsuma Nishi high school!!

In Kyushu “thick” means “big”!! And I won't lose against anyone when it comes to waist circumference and neck thickness!!

Ugh!! He really is huge!

4: Oosumi-kun!!

Kagoshima's Oosumi-kun!!

5: The thickest volcano in Japan is Sakurajima!!

The thickest radish in Japan is the Sakurajima radish!!

Uh... but that has nothing to do with running!!

Pag 7

1: I want to try and see if there's a connection!!

3: If everyone has a chance, then it's not out of reach for anyone

4: That's right... the chances are equal... so

5: of course... in order to take all the bibs and regain the title

Pag 8

1: Kanagawa's Hakone Academy is aiming for the first sprint line too!!

Pag 9

1: “Shoot them down”?

You really wanna go, Bashi-kun?

2: Well...

3: In that case, Jou-kun will rest..

Wha!! wait, Manami, the plan....

4: We can't hold him back.... Bashi-san, please don't break your zipper

5: Even if I break it, as long as I win there's nothing to complain about!!

6: Can you do it?

Who do you think you're speaking to!!

7: I'll take it, 100%!!

My jersey, that was handed over to me by Izumida-san... and that Izumida-san got from Shinkai-san...

Pag 10

1: Is the one with the “bib number 4”, the ace sprinter number of Hakone Academy's tradition!!

2: Ugh!! Hakogaku is moving....

Ugh...

The first sprint.... for Hakogaku, Doubashi is suddenly going for it?!

Pag 11

3: Just now

4: I heard someone say that Hakogaku is moving!!

5: And earlier I got confirmation that Kaburagi moved

Pag 12

1: The third year Doubashi is going?

That Doubashi!!

2: What should our selected team do!!

3: We have no chance of winning

So do we keep going like this and preserve our strengths?

Should we send someone!?

4: Good grief.... is there no time to calmly savor the “feeling of running”at the Inter High!! The feeling of running!!

5: Pfui...

Pag 13

1: Of course I'm prepared for it but still!!

2: Kobayashi!! Uchikawa!!

3: You have the chance to test your legs that you've trained on the track field!!

4: Go for the green bib challenge!!

Pag 14

1: Huh.... but

But the first attack is basically already done

If only the two of us jump ahead now from here....

2: One last train is soon coming up from behind us

He has a terrific acceleration, but if you can jump on it you can make it to the front!!

3: Ohh

Waaa

4: He's coming!!

5: Seriously!? If we can then I wanna go!!

What should we do, Sugimoto-san!!

Pag 15

1: He's here!!

5: He's huge!!

Hakogaku!!

Huh!! Sugimoto-san!?

7: Kuaaaaaa!!

Pag 16

1: Doubashii!!

2: Sugimoto-san jumped ahead....

3: and caught up to the Hakogaku guy!?

4: Huh!?

What do you want, you....

Pag 17

1: You're Sohoku's handyman....!?

2: Can you take two people of the selcted team with you!?

I want to give them the chance to experience the sprint

3: Why are you running in the Inter High!!

4: The selected team!? So you're the one they said they called at last minute!!

Please take them with you

5: Ah!? You call that a negotiation!?

Get out of here with that selfish talk!!

6: There's no benefit for me..!! It's ridiculous!! I refuse!!

I'll make up for it!!

Pag 18

1: When Hakogaku is in a pinch somewhere, we'll help you!! I'll take the initiative!!

3: Buah!! Oi, wait-

You!? Helping!? Hakogaku!?

Th-that's right!!

4: Buuah, that's not balanced!!

Please

5: Please!!

Pag 19

1: …. tch, I don't hate earnest people

2: Get on!! Selected team's guys!! But I won't care if you get shaken off!!

5: Handyman!!

I felt your spirit!!

Pag 20

1: I'll take these guys for now

I don't expect anything though!!

Thank you Doubashi!!

Waaa-

He's so fast!!

Pag 21

1: Ah I'm so glad....

Sugimoto-san....

Sugimoto-san is amazing.... he negotiated....

2: Now, we'll run in a formation while preserving our strength

Otherwise, if we're all scattered when they come back, they won't have a place to rest

3: Yessir!!

4: Do your best, guys

5: So fast....

It's hard, Kobayashi...

6: But we'll hold out

This is the road that Sugimoto-san negotiated for us!!

Yes!!

Pag 22

2: Hakone Academy's Doubashi moved, on!!

This.... Issa-kun and Doubashi-san... could it be that it'll be like...

3: last year's matchup, on!!

4: No but, Kanzaki-chan, what you were saying earlier about the colored bibs

5: You said that counting the sprint and the climb, there's three of them for each day

Pag 23

1: And there's no one who wants to take all three of them?

2: Yeah, since climbing and sprinting are fundamentally different running styles, there's no one

5: That is, if you exclude....

Pag 24

1: those out-of the-ordinary people who will appear sometimes!!

Yon

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #yowamushi pedal manga #ride766 #this???? is going to be so interesting?????#doubashi+issa+danchiku+kiji+those two guys from sugimoto's team #and all the other random people that i assume wont play a big part lmao #the doubashi and sugimoto's interaction was not on my yowapeda bingo 2024!!! but oh am i glad it happened!!#sugimoto is so freaking cool like wtf #also i love doubashi with all my heart #also i assume the original hakogaku strategy was to send takdajou for the sprint??#i didnt remember he was a sprinter lmao #btw i cant wait to see how this is gonna play out aaaaaaaaaa

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wolfjackle-creates · 9 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 11

God this arc just keeps getting longer and longer. Luckily after this, I should be able to move ahead with the plot? I'm a few more minutes into the episode at least!

Anyway,

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

First, Previous

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Cassie sat next to him and bumped their shoulders. “We’ll figure this one out just like we have all the ones before.”

Conner sandwiched him on the other side. “Yep. And the Fentons don’t seem like the type to hide information. They’ll tell us everything we want to know.”

“You’re both right. We’ll fix this and be home before we know it.” Tim pulled out his phone. “I wonder if there’s any old news articles we can look up for more information. Danny told me about the first ghost attack. A ghost called Lunch Lady who used meat to attack people and was upset because Sam changed the school lunch menu.”

Bart blinked at him and sat on the coffee table facing him. “You’re making that up. You’ve gotta be.”

Tim laughed and shook his head. “Nope. We’ll have to see if he has a list of his rogues so far. They’ve all been so gimmicky. Kinda like Condiment Man in Gotham.”

At Tim’s direction, Bart and Cassie also began looking into various news articles and posts about the ghosts of Amity. Conner recorded their findings and Tim supplemented with information he’d gotten directly from Danny.

Research kept them busy for the next hour until the Fentons returned.

“Danny’s friends!” boomed Jack when he saw them.

“How are you four doing? Did you find the pantry? Enough things to eat?” asked Maddie.

“Yes, Ma’am,” said Conner. “Cassie and I also left to explore a bit and found a corner shop where we picked up a few things we knew Tim and Bart liked.”

“That’s great! Now, I see you’ve seen the news, and I don’t want you to be afraid. Jack and I are planning on training some of Danny’s classmates in ghost fighting, would you four like to join?”

Everyone looked to Tim who bit his lip in thought. “I— can we sit in on the first lesson? I’d like to see some more of your work. Danny’s told me a little bit about it, but seeing it in person is something else. But I also want to spend more time just with Danny since we haven’t met in person before.”

“Of course, honey!”

Tim had to force his smile to remain neutral at the pet name. His parents didn’t even call him ‘honey,’ let alone anyone else. “Thank you, Dr. Fenton.”

“Call me Maddie, dear.”

“And I’m Jack!”

“Yes, Dr.— er, Maddie, Jack. When will the others be here?”

Jack looked at…something on his wrist that must’ve had a clock feature and boomed, “Not for another three hours! School’s still in session, you know.”

Conner cleared his throat. “Will you need help setting up? Maybe you can tell us a bit about ghosts while we do. I’d never seen one before.”

“Oh, that’s a great idea! Thank you, sweetie!” said Maddie.

“Conner, my boy, the first thing you need to know about ghosts is that they’re evil and only want to hurt you. If you don’t remember anything else, always remember that,” added Jack.

Tim’s stomach sank at those words. Did Danny have to hear things like that every day? “How do you know they’re all evil?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“Well, Tim! It’s because ghosts aren’t people. They’re post human consciousness imprinted on ectoplasm. They’re an echo of what they used to be and that echo wants to become a person again. But it can’t because it’s dead. So it lashes out at anything living around it. Either to steal their life or make the living like it.”

Maddie nodded. “Exactly. A ghost killed my best friend when we were girls. If you’d like, I can send you some papers Jackie-poo and I wrote about how ghosts form so you can have more information.”

Tim forced a smile. “That’d be great, thank you.” Could the portal be destroyed in some way? Would that keep ghosts from coming through and allow Danny to come with him to Gotham?

“Now!” said Jack. “Who wants to help me carry up supplies from the lab?”

Once again, Tim asked for some safety gear before going into the lab and Maddie shoved a white jumpsuit at him with a sticker of Jack’s face on it.

“This is one of Danny’s, dear. But he doesn’t wear them very often. Here’s another for you, Bart. It might be a bit long, but try it on and we’ll see what we can do. Cassie, Conner, you two will be a bit harder, but I think I should be able to coble something together. Hang tight a sec!”

“I guess we’ll go get changed, then,” said Bart as Maddie and Jack disappeared back downstairs to see what they had.

Tim held out the top and poked at the decal of Jack. Going to the edge, he worked a finger under the image and let out a sigh of relief when it came up. “These are removable,” he commented as he pulled it off.

“Fantastic!” said Bart, ripping his own off. “Come on, Rob. Let’s get changed.”

Upstairs in the guest room, Tim allowed himself to comment, “At least it’s not orange.”

“Everyone will know who we’re staying with, though.”

“Better than stepping foot in that lab with no protection.”

They were just finishing up when Cassie and Conner walked in with matching scowls. In their arms were a mix of orange and blue fabrics.

Cassie glared at them. “Not. A. Word.”

Tim smirked and held up his hands. “Who, me?”

Bart mimed zipping his lips.

“We’re just about finished here, though, so we’ll go help the Fentons while you two get changed,” said Tim. He couldn’t help the way his lips quirked as he looked at the clashing jumpsuit pieces as they passed each other.

Conner made sure to trip them with TTK.

Tim just smiled at him as he pushed himself up and left without another word, Bart a step behind him. The door was barely shut before they were laughing so hard they couldn’t walk down the stairs without gripping the railing.

“Good to see you boys are having fun! How do the jumpsuits fit?” asked Jack when he saw them.

Bart held up his hands to show how he’d folded the ends of the sleeves. “Not bad. Just had to roll up the sleeves and pants a little.”

Tim nodded his agreement. “Little tight in places, little loose in others. But I can move well enough.”

“Good, good! Now, want a detailed tour of the lab as we collect weapons to train Dan-o’s classmates?”

Tim didn’t have to hold back his sharp grin at that question. “Absolutely. I want to know everything.”

And Jack and Maddie were willing to share quite a lot. Conner and Cassie joined them ten minutes later, wearing jumpsuits cobbled together from spares of Jack’s and Maddie’s. Now that they weren’t rushed by trying to get out and manage an active and hostile ghost invasion, the tour of the lab was much more thorough.

Jack and Maddie were also happy to answer any questions the four had. As it looked, there was no actual organization to the lab. And in the fridge, food was stored right next to samples. The fudge hissed when Jack took out a piece to eat and Tim shuddered.

“Want one? My snookums made it! Best fudge you’ll ever eat.”

“Aww, thank you dear!” Maddie hugged Jack at his compliment and kissed his cheek.

“I— No. Thank you,” said Tim.

“Why do you have a stockade?” asked Cassie.

Tim gave her a grateful look and she winked at him.

“That’s to hold down ghosts so we can question them,” said Maddie.

“Yup! Restrain them in there and then you can use toys like this one”—Jack brandished a cat-o-nine-tails—“to force ‘em to talk!”

“Or the Fenton Prod,” added Maddie holding out what looked like an electric cattle prod. She pressed a button and the end sparked green.

Tim swallowed hard and clenched his teeth. Did everything these people make have to look so painful?

The rest of the time in the lab passed in much the same way. The four traded off who had to ask a distracting question as they were all more and more horrified by the casual cruelty displayed by Danny’s parents.

Eventually, the doorbell rang and they were able to return upstairs with armfuls of weapons. Maddie opened the door and Dash Baxter and his cronies stood there with sadistic grins.

“Dash, what a pleasant surprise to see you again,” Tim said with his own teeth bared. “I don’t think we got off on the right foot last night. I’m Tim. Danny’s told me so much about you.”

For a moment, the boy’s face showed confusion before it was wiped away with a polite smile. “He’s told us about you, too. I’m sure we’ll become great friends.”

Well fuck. Looks like the ghosts weren’t all gone after all. Tim held a hand behind his back and signaled danger to his friends. They needed to get away from here.

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We've got more with Jack and Maddie here! Hope you guys like how I write them. We already know this is going to turn into bad-parents Jack and Maddie based on what's going to happen in Arc 3. (Arc 3 will be the original prompt fill and it's fall out.)

Also, I think I'm going to change some things around in previous parts. I won't edit them on Tumblr, but before they go on AO3 they'll change. Tim is going to lie to Bruce a bit more than he has so far. He'll tell Bruce that Danny is Cassie's friend so he doesn't decide to look Danny up if he gets bored.

Next chapter will have Danny and co again!

I will no longer be managing a tag list for this fic, but please check out the Subscription Post if you want to be notified of updates. I'm also want to get the first chapter transferred over to AO3, but I'm going to transfer the first arc of Ghost!Robin first.

I reblogged an ask game earlier today if anyone's curious about me. Check it out and consider sending something in!

#dpxdc #dead tired #tim feel his homicidal urges stirring #every robin gets them at some point #and bruce isn't here to keep them in check!#the rest of his team arent far behind #if tim goes evil theyll follow #its why they play villain tim bingo #to keep it from happening

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prommytheus · 10 months

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Phoenix wright (aa5/6) in C5

your lawyer walks into the detention center and this is him. wyd

#my art #outfit bingo #phoenix wright #this was funnn ^_^#i wanna draw a matching apollo and athena too lol. legal team enacting tree law

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bingobongobonko · 1 year

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the reason we're always having issues at the mech hangar is because time and time again we keep doing illegal shit and getting caught and frankly it's become normalized around here

#lancer rpg #this team is soooooooooo normal come closer we are not a liability to ur planet!!!!!!!!!!!!#bingo art #og is the icarly scene my friend just made this joke and i was like. No i ahve to now #i Have to #skink stole a fuuuuucking goblin mech!!!!!!!!!!!

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jvnejv · 19 days

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MEDICPAULING / MEDAULING STIMBOARD !

m p m | m <3 p | p m p

#disclaimer for the middle pic i edited it !#linking the gifs are tiring but its also so fun its like playing bingo #medicpauling #medauling #spectacles psychopaths #medical assistance #og posts #stimboard #tf2 stimboard #medic tf2 #miss pauling #team fortress 2 #my first ever stimboard yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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lycantrin · 1 year

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🇦🇺🐾This Episode Of Bluey Is Called: Uncle Mundy!🏹🇳🇿

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s0mnolentcat · 5 months

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Little siblings have to stay together

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress 2 fanart #tf2 scout #team fortress 2 scout #bingo heeler #bluey #bluey fanart #If scout saw Bluey his favourite character would be bingo #He cries every time someone is rude to her #And he cries louder every time they apologise to her #epecially if it is Bluey #because he never heard an apology from his older brothers #Also #this looks like a work of an artist I like and not mine for some reason lol #it wasn't intentional lmao

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sainzinnorris · 6 months

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I KNOW THIS IS TERRIBLE BUT I FIND THIS HILARIOUS

#this was not on my bingo card #but holy fuck 😭🤣😭#their own team being their worst enemies #also the fia #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #formula 1

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i-hope-this-is-a-phase · 28 days

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The Titan Video Bingo is Here!

To celebrate the end of the drought, we should celebrate by making the liveblog more fun with BINGO!!!

Everyone who wishes to op in will be given a randomized card with the following items:

Someone Curses

DNF Joke

Speedrunner Music

"Oh Dream!"

New MLG

And more!

You may either opt in by DMing me or sending in an ask. if it is anonymous, I will post your card along with the ask. If not, I will answer it privately to make each card personalized. There's of course no real penalty for taking another person's card, but it will make it harder to receive the prize.

Oh yes, the prize:

To whoever gets bingo, you shall receive a 1-2k fanfic of whatever Dtblr idea you desire! Details will be discussed privately with the winner.

If you get Bingo, DM me or @ me IMMEDIATELY if you want a chance at the prize.

Anyway, let the fun begin!

#the bingo #dreamwastaken #dream #gnf #georgenotfound #sapnap #dteam #dream team #dtlr

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enlightining · 4 months

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behind the scenes in the dts editor room today

#f1 #guenther steiner #haas f1 team #not on my offseason bingo card #rip personality on dts #tried for some common dts tropes

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rexscanonwife · 2 months

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Mama Scout loves her babies! 🥺🫶💖

Taglist♡: @crushes-georg @changeling-selfship @mavlotov @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @squips-ship @drjohndisco

#artfarts #self insert #self ship #familial self ship #familial f/o #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 scouts ma #⚾️ strike out siblings ⚾️#hehe i was feeling some love so i wanted to draw all of us!! 👉👈💖💖💖#like bro...i wanna know what its like to have a good mom ajfkgkg #and i know shes a GREAT one!!#i rly wanted to draw her actually looking old with her crows feet and bingo flaps #and i think she turned out BEAUTIFUL #this woman is still a knockout lol #now to draw kid scout and june >:3

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lilacthebooklover · 6 months

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Dehumanization

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe (Starkid) Character(s): Paul Matthews Rating: Teen Word Count: 3795 Summary: After the events of 'Hey, Melissa!', Paul is left reeling. He leaves hospital and returns home, plagued by memories of all that transpired during the worst week of his life, and makes a call to the person he cares about more than anyone else. TWs: Dehumanization, referenced kidnapping/captivity, graphic description of murder, panic attack AO3 LINK

Paul returns home after the worst week of his life with a fractured skull and wide open eyes, alert and straining for any sight of danger. He’s hypervigilant, his fingers trembling uncontrollably as he unlocks his door, a shiver running down his spine.

He fumbles with each of the locks, sliding them open one by one as his heart pounds and his blood rushes in his ears, this is his only chance and Ted’s barking at him, they’re going to come back and she still has that taser and he needs to get out, he has to, he can’t stay here to be treated like a–

His house is silent. It puts him on edge. Hers was too, forbidden as he and Ted were from making a sound most of the time. He considers putting on music, then remembers he lost his phone when she abducted him. He’s going to have to buy a new one, he realises morosely, and maybe that’s not what he should be focusing on amidst all this but at least it’s a distraction from the chaos inside of his head.

There’s a fog over his mind, clouding his thoughts, making everything dim and blurry and he doesn’t remember what happened, where he is, and he can’t move his arms, it hurts when he tries, and his brain is swirling with a million far-away thoughts when she walks in and–

He swallows thickly, mouth dry as a desert. It should be nice, to be back, but all he can feel is a creeping sense of trepidation. He’s safe here, he has to be. Paul’s being irrational. He clutches his coat– he has a coat, of course he does, it’s cold and he’s a person so he wears clothes. He wants to eat something, but feels queasy at the very thought.

She watches him while he eats, her presence a looming force that demands he comply, and Paul’s never been one to blindly obey but he doesn’t have a choice, the outline of that taser follows him in her shadow and he has to eat, his stomach is simultaneously twisting in hunger and squeezing at the thought of eating this mulch–

He goes to the fridge. It would be silly not to. After all, he’s hungry, so it makes sense that he should get himself food. He recoils at how out-of-date some of his food is, reminding himself to clear it all out later. Right now, he needs to eat. He focuses on that, on the task at hand, rather than the anxiety suffocating his lungs. There’s a yoghurt pot in there that hasn’t expired yet, so Paul takes it out, the tub feeling like ice against his fingers. He gets a spoon, sits at the table like a person , opens the yoghurt and tries to eat it. His hand won’t move, frozen above the pot as he weakly wills it to move , but he can’t, he’s shaking and tears are forming in his eyes and he’s pathetic , but he can’t get the spoon to budge an inch.

He’s kneeling, the kitchen tiles below him hard and cold, and he’s reaching apprehensively out towards the disgusting food offered to him when sizzling, white-hot agony pierces through him, it’s not as high a voltage as it could be but it hurts , and she’s reprimanding him and reminding him of his place, and his arms feel like jelly beneath him as he lowers his burning face to the bowl, he’s never been as humiliated as he is right now as the sickening, slimy substance brushes against his lips–

Paul gives up eventually, gives in as he always does, and makes his way upstairs. Paul’s not particularly brave, or particularly confident, or particularly stubborn, or particularly anything , really. Not like Emma is, with her unkillable fire and mischievous smile. He’s just… Some guy, who works at an office and happens to have been the unfortunate object of affection of his deranged colleague. He’s nothing special.

He can still feel her hands in his hair, gently stroking his head as she hums absentmindedly to herself, it’s a song from some musical or the other and he hates it but there’s nothing he can do about it, nothing he can do but sit there docilely, glancing over at Ted’s jealous glare and thick metal bars, and he’s lucky, really, that his plan worked, that he still has his fingers, that she– she likes him, but some days he can’t help but wish he was in Ted’s place instead because there’s something inside of him, something disgusting and wrong and inhuman , that almost likes the attention, and he’s so, so scared that he’s going to actually end up as a–

Lamenting his lack of a phone once again, Paul makes a mental note to buy a watch at some point, but knows he’ll probably forget. Even so, it’s nice knowing that he could buy a watch if he wanted to, he has the option to go to the store and buy anything he likes. He can leave the house whenever he pleases, dressed in whatever he pleases, and spend however long at Beanie’s as he pleases. He’s a person, he has control over what he does. He is Paul Matthews, and he is a person.

She calls him a silly kitty when he tries to leave, giggling lightheartedly like she isn’t pressing tens of thousands of volts of electricity into him, it must only last a few seconds but to him it feels like an eternity, he writhes behind the barrier to the world he’s been taken away from, and it’s torture knowing that he’s so, so close to people who could help him but he has no way to contact them, he’s powerless to do anything but quiver and lie down and submit like a–

Bones aching and body cold, Paul decides he wants to lie down. He opens the bedroom door and shivers, a sort of detached numbness washing over him as he lays eyes on his bed. The sheets are pristine as always, he likes to keep a tidy home. Everything’s familiar, exactly how he left it. It should have been comforting. Instead, it makes Paul think about just how easy it was for her to make him disappear. Nobody would’ve even guessed he was gone, but Paul’s hazy gaze stays focused on the bed, mouth still dry as a desert as his heart flutters in his chest.

Her bed is pink, and he finds himself surprised that there isn’t some sort of cat print across it as he crawls on, bowing his head and tensely curling up at the edge of the bed, arms encircling himself in a pitiful attempt at comforting himself, and she’s climbing in the bed and smiling that awful, wicked, happy smile of hers and she tells him to lie at the foot of the bed like a– like– and Paul’s left waiting, petrified, because she’s still got the taser and he’s got no escape, he’s still reeling from the aftershocks earlier on, and she truly believes he’s a–

Paul shakes his head and slams his door shut a little too loudly, backing away as the numbness spreads out from his chest until he’s sliding to the floor. His body shakes, there’s something hot running down his cheeks that he can’t stop. He’s supposed to be safe , everything’s supposed to be okay now that he’s escaped. But his lungs burn and his head spins, and he can’t breathe as he thinks about that bed, that house, about her , and his pupils dart around frantically, fruitlessly, in search of something to concentrate on.

He has to get away, he has to leave but Ted didn’t let him and now they’re both stuck and Ted doesn’t regret a thing, Paul’s locked in a cage as she shakes her head disappointedly, trapped behind silver bars and forced to watch as they approach Ted, who eagerly awaits his ‘treat’, then suddenly there’s the glint of three razor-sharp knives and they’re slicing forward, plunging into Ted’s stomach, mutilating the flesh as Ted screams , and Paul can’t do anything, he’s locked away in a cage meant for an–

His name is Paul Matthews, and he’s in his house. He’s not there. His name is Paul Matthews, and he’s in his house. He is a person. His name is Paul Matthews, and he’s in his house. He works in the CRRP Office Building. His name is Paul Matthews, and he’s in his house. He has control over what he does.

Blood splatters everywhere and Paul suddenly realises why she has a wooden floor, the scarlet stains gleaming against its shiny surface, his head’s spinning and his eyes wide and horrified as he watches, he can’t look away as the knives keep stabbing into Ted’s already lifeless corpse, the girls grinning sadistically, madly as Paul shrinks away, terrified, because that’s Ted lying there, a bloodied heap, Ted who he’s known for years and just got killed , oh God, if he hadn’t tried to leave then Ted would still be alive, what has he done –?

He’ll have to go back there, to the office, Paul knows. Nothing will ever be the same, not when Ted’s dead and Freddie’s gone back to the FBI and she’s gone. He doesn’t know how he’ll be able to look any of them in the eye with the knowledge of what he’s done. He’s a monster. He submitted. He tried to escape. He got Ted killed. He nearly got Bill killed. He might have killed one of those girls, he doesn’t know. He feels sick.

He retches into the toilet after the first time he eats the cat food, his stomach churning in protest as bile stings the back of his throat and Ted laughs behind him, a barking, humourless, bitter thing that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and she’s gone out and Ted hates him, hates him for not opening the cage again because he’s a coward, he can still feel the shock running through every one of his nerves, he’s helpless like this–

How’s he going to face Emma again? She’ll be disgusted with him, Paul knows. He blew off their date and ignored her calls, went home with her without telling Emma a thing and hasn’t spoken to her since. He needs to fix things. Paul trudges over to his landline, slowly tapping in Emma’s number. It rings for a long while, then goes through to voicemail. That’s– that’s fair. He ignored her, after all, and hates himself at the reminder. He hesitates, then dials again, waiting.

He’s at her feet again, kneeling silently as she threads her fingers through his hair for what feels like the millionth time, it’s an almost domestic image if he ignores the collar around his neck or the taser in her pocket or the whole situation, really, and he stares ahead vacantly as he tries to delude himself into thinking this isn’t so bad, she likes to have him by her side when she’s working or playing on her phone, though he’s below her, of course, and she’s nattering away to someone but he knows what will happen if he speaks, knows he’ll be cut off by that blackening pain if he so much as opens his mouth because she knows, she always knows, she’s always watching–

“Hello?”

…Emma answers.

Paul freezes, cold sweat prickling the back of his neck as he opens his mouth and gapes, soundlessly, like a fish. This is stupid. He’s stupid. He needs to respond , but it’s like he’s been turned to stone, stricken and speechless.

It echoes through his brain, sinister and horrifying, and she knows this is his fault, and he's to make not a sound, Puss because he doesn’t want to get another dog killed, does he?, of course he doesn’t, he remembers the squelch of metal in flesh and the screech of a car slamming to a halt, he remembers the screams and the whimpers and the cries and the smiles and the pain, and he’s not allowed to talk, no, he’s not a person , is he?

“I swear to God, if this is some sort of prank call–” Emma’s voice breaks through his frantic thoughts. She sounds more ticked off than ever, and Paul isn’t quite sure how to discern his emotions at having heard her again.

“Hi, Emma,” he says, voice cracked and quiet. And she hangs up faster than he can blink.

He’s in the hospital, alone for the first time in what feels like months but can’t have been that long, surely, but he doesn’t wear a watch and his phone is gone for good and the only thing around him is white walls, new walls, and there’s a throbbing in his skull but it’s far more preferable to the turmoil of her taser, he’s lying in a bed and that initially makes him panic, he remembers what she did to him, what she made him do and he panics, and he’s alone again and he doesn’t quite remember what happened and he might actually be free but he doesn’t dare to hope, waiting with shallow breaths and the potential to be human again–

He calls her again. And again. And again.

“You just don’t know when to give up, do you, Puss?” She asks teasingly but she doesn’t want an answer, it’s hardly like Paul could offer one where he is now and he refuses to accept that he’s lost, refuses to accept Ted’s claims of having tried every escape, refuses to give up his humanity in this place because he’s only pretending, he’s not really a cat, he’s a person and he’s going to prove it, he needs to prove it–

Emma finally picks up again, a torrent of insults and cusses pouring out of her lips, and Paul can tell that she’s hurt. His heart aches.

“Emma, I’m sorry ,” he finally manages to get in when she pauses for breath, and there’s silence for a moment. He hardly dares continue, clenching and unclenching his white-knuckled left fist rapidly. “For– for not calling you. Please, I promise , I can explain.”

He’s back there, trying to justify himself to a woman who thinks he’s a monster, there’s wire wrapped taut around his fingers and it hurts like hell, pins and needles run through his hand and metal digs painfully into his skin, he only has one option left before five of his limbs are permanently severed off, so he opens his mouth and hates himself and lets out a pitiful, choked–

“I know exactly where you were,” Emma tells him sourly, throwing in another cuss for good measure afterwards. “With your new girlfriend, huh? You could’ve at least answered one of my texts to tell me you were busy.”

“What?” Paul breathes, shocked. He feels the blood drain from his face, his hands are shaking again as he tries to wrap his head around what she’s said. “Emma, she kidnapped me.”

Rope, chains, cage, collar, door, there’s always something confining him there, keeping him trapped and helpless to her whims, he’s just a pet within these walls, there’s no way out because he let her bring him here, he offered to drive her here and he told her about the worst thing he’s ever done, but not even his experience with Spot as a kid haunted him as much as this does, as much at the constant degradation and dehumanisation does because now he’s nothing, he’s just a pet –

“She– we were– Freddie–...” Paul trails off miserably. “It’s a long story.”

“Try me,” Emma says harshly on the other side, and maybe she isn’t so angry at him anymore but he finds himself flinching anyway.

“Freddie’s an FBI agent,” he begins slowly, voice shaking. “Freddie from my work. And M– she’s part of some sort of… Serial killer group? So Freddie was tracking her. But then he attacked me and she showed up and fought him off, and he attacked her back but he’s always been a sleazeball and what he was saying really didn’t paint him in a good light and oh God, I’m rambling, I’m sorry, but I sort of… Choked him. Until he passed out. And we may have… Um… Tied him up.”

Freddie’s there at the hospital telling him everything, showing off a shiny blue badge and shiny white teeth, no longer looking like Ted 2.0– oh God, Ted – in the slightest as he talks, and Paul is finally safe but he sure doesn’t feel like it, he’s a hero but his mind says he’s a monster, Freddie wants to shake his paw but Paul doesn’t– he’s not– he isn’t a pet , he can’t still be a pet even now he’s free, he just can’t and he can’t leave again, his body doesn’t cooperate when he tries to move and he sinks down in defeat, shoulders hunched as he feels a sharp jolt of pain ricochet through his skull and he’s hit with a million memories at once, of darkness and burning and screams and the slam of a bus against his body as he races out, he doesn’t care if he dies at this point, he can’t stay there anymore–

“I wanted to see if M– M… She was okay, so I took her home,” Paul recounts, grimacing at the memory. He can’t even say her name. “I– I told her some stuff, she was furious with me and I found Ted in her closet, and he didn’t have any fingers , Emma. He’d been in there for days. And she knocked me out and tied me to a coffee table and when I woke up, she tried to cut off mine as well.”

He feels the wire be pulled taut, this is really happening, and he tries to plead with her but he scolds and shouts at him, calling him a bad dog and he’s so, so confused and scared and he never expected this to happen, he was just worried about her after Freddie attacked her, he doesn’t want to be here and she’s shouting, raising her voice in a way that she’s never done before and how is it that he’s known her for years but has never once heard her shout, she’s glaring at him with the sort of despisal that runs bone-deep, she wants to hurt him and it’s working, oh God is it working–

“She… She had a whole thing about dogs. She hated them. So I, um…” Paul feels his face flush red in embarrassment because it’s stupid , Emma’s going to laugh at him and he’s going to remember it all over again, he already knows it’s all his fault. “Pretended to be a cat. So I've- I've still got all my fingers, and I'm still... Alive.”

“Wait, wait, slow down,” Emma tells him, sounding thoroughly overwhelmed with the new onslaught of information. Paul can’t help the apology that slips through his lips. He hasn’t been allowed to talk in so long, now he can hardly stop himself. “She told me you two were dating. She said you were moving to Clivesdale! And yeah, I probably should've guessed something was up because it’s Clivesdale, but I figured you’d just sort of… Gotten sick of us, I guess.” Emma sighs through the phone line, sounding a mixture of remorseful and bitter. “Of me. So I believed her. She said you were in her… Bed…” Emma’s voice comes to a stop. The silence is heavy. Paul can’t breathe. They wait, neither one of them wanting to shatter the fragile quiet that’s washed over them. Finally, Emma says, tone frantic, almost pleading , and isn’t that an unfamiliar sound? “Paul. Please tell me she didn’t…”

And he’s there all over again, there are hands in his hair, on his skin, and he isn’t allowed to wear clothes because clothes are for people and he’s not a person, he’s a pet , she makes sure to remind him of that every single day, and he tries to behave, really, he does, but he can’t do anything but obey when she commands him, it’s his job to make her happy and this is better than the taser, it has to be, it’s not every night, after all, and he can’t handle the shouts and the disappointment right now, he’s far too hot and something inside of him’s about to snap but he doesn’t do anything about it, he can’t, and she’s pleased as she smiles lovingly at him but he doesn’t smile back, he can’t, there are tears in his eyes but she doesn’t care as she just keeps–

Paul’s silence is enough of an answer. On the other side of the line, Emma curses lowly. Emma knows about the crush she had on him, and Paul feels compelled to apologise again because he really, really does want something with Emma but now he’s ruined it. He could’ve been hate-watching Workin’ Guys or whatever it was called with her that night, maybe he would’ve finally asked her out then. Instead, he came across Ted in a wardrobe, faced a taser to the back and a week of torment. But he’s a person. Emma cares about him. Emma cares.

“Look, Paul, you– you don’t have to explain everything now, okay?” Emma says, breaking the pause once again. “I… I get the gist of it, and I get that it's not your fault. Is it okay if I come over to your place?”

Paul jolts out of his spiralling thoughts, something blooming in his chest again. Emma’s not mad at him. Emma’s asking for his opinion. Emma’s treating him like a person. “Okay,” Paul agrees softly, because he does want that, and even if the thought of answering the door makes his stomach swirl, he hates the idea of being alone when he could be with Emma just then even more. “...I missed you.”

“I’m on my way,” Emma informs him, and there’s a jangle of keys in a lock that instinctively sends blood pumping rapidly through Paul’s veins once again. “...I missed you too.”

She finishes the call, and Paul sits down for a while by the landline, staring ahead. His name is Paul Matthews. He is a person. He works at CRRP Office Building. He has control over his decisions. And right now, he’s decided that he wants to see Emma again. In the silence of his house, a sob finally managed to escape his throat, simultaneously freeing and terrifying all at once. Once he’s started, he can’t stop, feeling like a weight’s been lifted from his shoulders.

His name is Paul Matthews. He is a person. He’s home.

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