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sydsaint · 4 months

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A little bit of Nicky angst

Summary: The reader is on Adam's team in the tnt title match. Desperate to convince Nick that he's on the wrong side, an heated argument during the match.

"You know that you don't have to be here tonight, right, Y/N?" Adam reminds you one last time as the rental care pulls into the arena lot.

"Yes, I do, Adam." You shake your head. "He's my friend. I have to help him." You insist with a stoic expression.

Adam shakes his head. He can see the pain and disappointment written plainly on your face, not matter how hard you're trying to hide it. "He was your friend." Adam tries to reason with you one last time, putting emphasis on 'was'. "Now he's Christians problem."

"You haven't up on Christian yet, have you?" You turn to face Adam with a knowing look. "Right. So I'm not giving up on Nick."

"Okay." Adam sighs and starts looking for a place to park the rental car.

The two of you head inside the arena and down to the locker rooms to get ready for the show. You aren't actually involved in the match, so you just have to wait for Adam to change into his ring gear.

Adam has been sort of a mentor to you for these past few months. After Nick, the boy that's been your friend since childhood betrayed you. Nick tried to get you to join him at Christians side. But how could you? Especially after everything that Cage has said about both Nick and your families. You just can't understand what the hell Nick is doing. But you're determined to save him before Christian completely brainwashes the 'Wayne' out of Nick.

You wait patiently for Adam to get changed and check up on your socials while you wait. Your feeds are all filled with talk of Christian and Adam's match. Talk of Nick's mom being on Christian's side also fills your feed. And of course, talk of if Nick will finally managed to help Christian brainwash you to his side fly over your screen.

"Alright!" Adam comes out of the back of the locker room in his ring gear. "What's going on over there, kid?" He asks when he notices your sour expression. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You huff and close your phone down before tucking it away. "What about you? Are you ready?" You ask him right back.

Adam chuckles and shrugs. "I don't know." He admits. "Am I ready to kick the crap out of my best friend in the world? No. But am I ready to take that belt and get revenge for what was said about my family? Hell yes." He explains.

"Right, I get it." You nod. "I hope you win tonight, Adam." You smile at him.

"So do I." Adam chuckles again. "And I hope you win too." He adds with a joking smile.

You both laugh and it comes time for the match to begin soon. You head out at Adam's side but let him get his entrance in. You come out after him and hang around in the far corner and wait for Christian and his entourage to head out.

Christian's entrance music hits and you watch him walk out with a sneer on your face. Nick comes out at his side and your sneer warps into a pained look.

"Hey!" Adam leans down over the ropes and calls to you. "It's going to be fine, alright?" He assures you.

"I'm alright." You nod.

Christian gets about halfway down the ramp when written Adam hops out of the ring and makes a b-line for his former best friend. You remain in the corner and watch the chaos. Christian and Adam go at it for a while before the action ends up back in the ring.

"Y/N! What are you doing out here with him?" Nick comes around the corner, putting extra emphasis on 'him'.

"I could ask the same about you, Nick." You fire back at him, trying to stay strong. "What the hell are you doing?" You ask him. "Look at who you're working with! Did you forget about everything he's said about your family?"

Nick scoffs, clearly offended by the question. "Come on, Y/N!" He shakes his head. "Why should I care? Look at what Christian has done for me in the past few months!" His shakes his hand at you.

"What? What has he done, Nick? Make you his errand boy?" You snap back at him. "I don't understand? Why are you doing this?" You ask him.

"I'm moving up in the world, Y/N. And I wasn't going to get anywhere in Darby's shadow." Nick replies coldly. "What about you? I don't see you trailing after Darby anymore. You hitched yourself to Copeland. How am I any different?" He points out.

You bite the inside of your lip in frustration. "What about me?" You dare ask the question that's been weighing on you for so long now. "Do I mean nothing to you anymore? My thoughts? Opinions? Do you even care about me anymore?" You ask him.

Nick scoffs, clearly hurt by the question. "Of course I still care about you! Do you think I'd be here talking to you if I didn't? No. I'd be helping Christian." He insists. "I'm here because I care. Because I miss you and I want you to come with me."

"You know I'd never do that, Nick." You shake your head. "Not after what Christian has said about my family. And you shouldn't either." You chide him.

"What about us?" Nick replies, trying to egg you on.

You step back from him and shake your head. "What about us?" You repeat him. "No one is stopping us from still being friends, or more." You insist. "Nothing but Christian Cage using you."

"He's not using me!" Nick snaps at you. "He's helping me." He insists.

"Helping you, right." You scoff.

Back in the ring, Christian is having a hard time keeping Adam at bay. He frantically looks around for Nick and finds him talking to you. "Nick! Get over here and help me!" He shouts at his protégé.

Nick turns his head and looks at Christian before turning back to you. You can see some conflict in his eyes, but you know that Nick won't stay. Not when Christian is calling. You've lost him.

"Daddy's calling, Nick." You glare at him with crossed arms. "Better see what he needs."

Nick's hurt look warps into one of anger. "Whatever." He scoffs. "I tried, Y/N." He adds before he hurries off.

"Yeah, you tried real hard, Nick!" You call after him.

The match rolls on and you keep to yourself the whole time. Your attempt at getting to Nick was a total failure, so you're left with nothing to do but watch. The bout is grueling to watch and by the time Adam is tossing Nick through a flaming table you are ready to head backstage.

"Shit. Come on." You wince when Nick hits the flaming table and goes tumbling to the ground.

Done with all this carnage, you make a quick shout to Adam then move to head backstage. You pass by Nick and his mom on the ramp and stop for a second. Shayna looks up at you with pleading eyes but you scoff at her.

"Please, you're just as bad as him, Shayna." You scoff at her. "It's not right. Both of you are insane for siding with him." You nod down to Christian in the ring.

You glance over at Nick one last time and he meets your gaze. His pleading eyes make you want to stop and help him. But you can't bring yourself to do it.

#aew #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #nick wayne #nick wayne x reader #syd's wrestling fics #aew wrestling

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strawbs-screaming · 1 month

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★ the boxers playing minecraft ★

me when i mine the craft or something

★ glass joe ★

lost, doesn't know anything and is struggling

got killed by bees 10 minutes into the game because he accidentally whacked a bee

collecting flowers and just giving them to everyone when hes bored

horrible at combat, would die even if you gave him literally everything

just kinda robs villagers for fun

keeps getting killed by aran to the point where its not funny anymore

★ von kaiser ★

was doing great until it became night, was running like his life depended on it

somehow got to the nether early, broke his portal and got stuck until he threw himself into lava

keeps forgetting to sleep and is constantly being chased by phantoms

has 50 stacks of bread somehow, willing to share

screamed when he first found a squid while swimming, thought it was aggresive

keeps wandering into places he knows damn well he'll get wrecked at

★ disco kid ★

doing very well, just forgot his base's door open once and had the worst experience of his life but everything else is fine

had to carry joe & kaiser through the game but gave up when Kaiser got sent to the nether somehow

likes doing water bucket trips, convinced joe he could do it with a milk bucket and laughed at him for a while

keeps throwing hands with don for no reason

became a beast once he found note blocks and discs

★ king hippo ★

absolute menace, likes building traps around his base to keep others out, got a business building traps for others in exchange for resources

just got lots of resources, built a cute house, got a dog and just farmed for fun, sometimes has other boxers come into his nice little house

stealing joe's flowers for his aesthetic house

chased bear hugger across the map for fun

★ piston hondo ★

actually finishing the game, practically speedrunning it

was the first one to get a full set of diamond, really happy about it

stealing everything from the villagers, down to the houses and everything

struggling with redstone

tried to build a exp farm but accidentally crashed his computer

Has a army of bees he uses terrorize everyone

★ bear hugger ★

goofing around and just chatting with everyone for funsies

got killed by a pufferfish while trying to kill it

secretly adds onto Disco's stone pile by adding 1 (one) stone every time he adds another one

has 30 crafting tables and is hayr hiding them in everyone elses bases

throws eggs at Hippo everytime he tries to chase him again

fistfighting fish in the sea like they killed his family or something

★ great tiger ★

just breaks into everyone elses bases sometimes to say hello or show them some stuff he got

somehow surviving without a base

had his diamonds stolen by hondo for speedrunning purposes

got a cat and takes care of it like its his child, anyone who attempts to hurt it gets griefed to death

scared of the sounds coming from the mines

tried to sleep in the nether, 10 dead 20 injured

extremely invested in the "bear hugger fighting fish" saga

★ don flamenco ★

trying to build the cutest house ever, keeps getting it griefed by Hippo, there can only be one pretty house in this server

went to the end early somehow and got his ass kicked by the dragon

tried to eat rotten flesh and died. twice

tried to join Tiger in the mines but he kept screaming from the sounds so Tiger chased him away

set Hippos house on fire at one point

★ aran ryan ★

absolutely devious, keeps setting everyone on fire, trapped Kaiser in the nether

demolished Disco kids base, by demolished i mean took EVERYTHING down, including the walls and everything and only left his bed there

keeps hiding spider spawners under dons house for fun

Hondo and Hippo teamed up to kill him but failed thanks to the questionable amount of tnt he has

may or may not have creative mod on

★ soda popinski ★

doing his best but keeps getting unlucky, every zombie targets him, hondo keeps taking his food and has the worst rng ever

keeps fighting macho, has a very bad arena like area near his base where just fights people inside it,bare hands only

had a pet fox that jumped DIRECTLY into lava the second he got it, had a funeral for it & everything

Got struck by lightning 2 times in a row somehow

★ bald bull ★

Just attacking everyone & everything with everything hes got

likes robbing aran specifically for his stash of weapons & tnt

got trapped by aran in bedrock jail when he went afk, aran was generous enough to give him some food & a bed, got his jail titled "bald dude enclosure"

got chased by dogs after he hit one accidentally

fighting soda & macho for fun

★ super macho man ★

hanging out with soda and bugging him

laughed at a house he built for 10 minutes because it looked ugly, its a landmark for everyone now along with "bald dude enclosure"

tried to kill a iron golem after he found it coming for him while he tried to kill a villager

turned on creative mode and just built himself the iconic diamond house and just toured the place

★ mr sandman ★

actually beat the ender dragon & focused on the game but that didnt stop him from robbing others occassionally for fun

keeps having sand blocks given to him with the message "This you?"

audibly screamed "NOOO" When he saw bear hugger lose the fight against the pufferfish

Has a underground base that Tiger somehow found instantly

thinks the enchanting table looks pretty

kept throwing stuff at bull while he was in bald dude enclosure

#punch out #headcanon #punch out headcanons #punch out wii #aran ryan #glass joe #bald bull #don flamenco #piston hondo #great tiger #me when the mine crafts #i so need to get proper sleep

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mads-weasley · 9 months

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Epiphany Pt. 2: Out of the Woods

Lewis Nixon x Reader

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A/N: here's chapter two, guys! thanks to everyone who responded to the first part! y'all made my day! without further ado, enjoy! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Summary: Operation Overlord is upon Easy Company, and the brave paratroopers get their first taste of war.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of death, blood

Hundreds of tents lined the muddy fields surrounding the Upottery Airfield in preparation for Operation Overlord. (Y/n) found a dry spot amongst 2nd platoon and laid out all of her supplies. Looking at the various grenades, mines, and other random items, she groaned. “How am I supposed to put all of this in a pack? It’s ridiculous!”

“Tell me about it! ”Joe Toye scoffed from her right, staring down at his pile. “I’ve got a three-day supply of ‘K’ rations, chocolate bars, charms, candy, powdered coffee, sugar, matches, compass, bayonet, entrenching tool, ammunition, gas mask, musette bag with ammo, my webbing, my .45, canteen, two cartons of smokes, Hawkins mine, two grenades, smoke grenades, Gammon grenade, TNT, this bull, and a pair of nasty skivvies!”

Perconte rolled his eyes, tired of Joe’s rant. “What’s your point?”

“Come on,” Toye fumed. “This stuff weighs as much as I do! Probably twice as much as (y/l/n).”

“Yeah, yeah,” she chuckled as Joe continued.

“I still got my chute, my reserve chute, my Mae West, and my M-1.”

Frank got up and walked past the group, calling over his shoulder with an amused expression. “Where are you keeping your brass knuckles?”

“I could use some brass knuckles,” Toye sighed, sitting back on his heels.

(Y/n) finished readying her pack and attempted to lift it over her shoulder with a grunt.

“You and me both, Joe,” she gritted, failing the first few tries.

The fourth time, it weighed considerably less, and she was able to wobbly sit it on her shoulder without tipping over. A proud smile grew on her face, but when she turned and saw who was there, her lips formed a fake pout.

“Nix, you know I could’ve done that by myself?”

The officer laughed, his bright smile making an appearance. “Sure, I thought watching you fail three times was enough.”

Realizing he just admitted to watching her, he shifted from foot to foot and cleared his throat. “Two years. Two years of training led us here. Crazy, right?”

“Yeah,” she murmured, looking around at all her fellow soldiers. “I can’t believe it’s been that long.”

“Well, time did seem to crawl by when we were with Sobel.”

“Absolutely. I still remember his dumbfounded face when Luz impersonated Major Horton. It was the best day of my life.”

Vest came by with pamphlets, handing them to every soldier, announcing they were from Colonel Sink.

“George,” (y/n) called. “Can you do Sink?”

“Does a wild bear crap in the woods, son? Uh, sweetheart?” He corrected, cringing. “Doll? Your majesty? Great and mighty (y/n)?”

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows at him, smirking. “Nice try.”

Cracking a smile, he held up the paper and began reading it as the Colonel. “Soldiers of the regiment, tonight is the night-,” his voice lowered, becoming serious as he continued. “-of nights. Today, as you read this, you are en route to the great adventure for which you have trained for over two years.”

The message hung in the air as each paratrooper took it in. They were going to war. The realization washed over (y/n) like a bucket of ice water, and her mind flashed with the faces of the men she’d come to call brothers.

Don, George, Skip, Alex, Frank, Lip…

It could be the last time she saw some of them.

“Hey,” Nix smirked and pointed at the various mohawks Lieb had given some men, oblivious to her anxiety-ridden mind. “I think you should try that hairstyle.”

She rolled her eyes and playfully smacked him on the chest. “Whatever.”

When he didn’t reply, she followed his line of sight to Lieutenant Meehan, who stood atop a jeep. ”Easy Company! Listen up! Gather around me.”

Once Easy was fully gathered, he continued. “Now, the Channel coast is socked in with rain and fog. High winds on the drop zone. No jump tonight!”

Grumbles broke out from the men as they looked at each other in disbelief.

“The invasion has been postponed. We’re on a 24-hour stand-down. Drill sergeants, take charge.”

(Y/n) looked up at Nix as he lit a cigarette, shaking her head with a groan. “Great.”

“What?” He shrugged. “Can’t put up with me for another 24 hours?”

“You know what? You’re insufferable, Nix.”

JUNE 6th, 1944: UPOTTERY AIRFIELD

The channel cleared the next day, and the jump was back on. (Y/n) removed her helmet and grabbed the grease paint from George’s outstretched hand.

“I hate this stuff,” she grumbled, twisting off the cap.

She felt someone take the small can from her hand and recognized the culprit by their low chuckle.

(Y/n) turned to face him with a playful scowl. “Why are you so immature, Lewis?”

“Lewis?” He gasped, a hand flying to his chest. “Oh, I’ve really done it now.”

Her scowl broke as she shoved him lightly. “Shut up.”

“See, I think you’re overthinking this,” he stated, holding up the tin. “All you have to do is get a glob,” he scooped a few fingers into the can. “-And rub it on your face, like so.”

To (y/n)’s dismay, he quickly reached out and smeared the paint down her cheek with a proud smirk.

“See? Voilà.”

Mouth hanging open, she snatched the can from him, hardly concealing her newly formed amused smile. “I hate you,” she deadpanned as she started toward the rest of her platoon.

His hand reached out and grasped her wrist. “Hang on. Let me fix it.”

“Fine,” she huffed.

Lew knew her well enough to see that it was taking all her willpower to keep the corners of her lips from curling into a smile. He thought it was an admirable attempt, but he could see straight through her.

What he didn’t expect was her glare to drop completely when he lightly tugged her closer by her wrist. An unreadable expression passed over her face, and Lew discovered he might not be able to read her as well as he thought.

Peering down at her, he softly brushed her (y/h/c) flyaways from her face before leaning down to be at eye level with her. (Y/n)’s breath hitched slightly at the gentle touch, and she looked up to meet his eyes.

“Don’t make me look like a raccoon, okay?” She whispered, nervousness flowing through her veins.

With a nod, he got some paint on a few fingers and cupped her jaw with his other hand before making lines across her forehead and cheeks. Tilting her face up softly, his touch trailed down her nose down to her lips. Nix’s gaze stayed there for a moment, swallowing thickly as he noticed their curve and the slight pout they were shaped in.

‘It would be so easy to lean in and…stop,’ he caught himself.

“Uh, all done,” he murmured, dropping his hands to his pockets.

(Y/n) blinked, coming down from the high of his touch. “Thank you,” she replied, her gaze locked with his. “Do you need any help with yours?”

Snapping out of his daze, he smiled bashfully. “I’ve got it.”

A few seconds later, Dick approached them, all geared up and ready to go. “It’s time.”

D-Day had begun.

Staring at the solemn faces of Skip and George across from her, the endless possibilities of what could go wrong flooded her mind as her stomach began to churn.

What if their stick blew up?

What if she was captured?

What if she was killed?

(Y/n) looked up at the sleeping man beside her, admiring his face in the dim light of the plane. Her eyes followed the curve of his nose down to his parted lips as soft breaths passed through them. Even covered in grease in a dark C-47, he was still breathtaking.

What if he was killed?

When they first met in that putrid-smelling mess hall in Toccoa, (y/n) never would have guessed what would become of the pair. The mysterious aura that first drew her to him was quickly wiped away after a few months, revealing a kind, but complicated, man who was sometimes too smart for his own good.

He was there to vent to when Captain Sobel revoked her weekend pass because her hair was “too long,” and was simply always there to support her. Through the new COs, new bases, and even new countries, he’d been a constant. Over the last two years, he’d been there for her, and she realized that if anything happened to him, she wouldn’t know what to do.

Sure, she was close with the other men in Easy, especially 2nd platoon, but those relationships were… different. Her heart didn’t skip a beat when George Luz or Chuck Grant walked into a room. Their smile didn’t cause heat to rush to her cheeks.

He was her best friend. There was no other way to describe it.

But do best friends look at each other the way they do?

Her thoughts continued to run rampant for the next hour as the paratroopers got closer to their destination. To her left, Tab was deep in thought, as well, pulling at his bottom lip as he usually did when thinking. Pulling herself from her thoughts, (y/n) nudged him with her shoulder.

“So, I heard you got a present from home.”

He dropped his hand to his lap and grinned as he fished something from his bag. “Yeah, courtesy of the Kokomo police department.”

Floyd showed her the revolver with a proud expression. “It feels good to have a little bit of home with me.”

“That’s great, Tab. I’m glad you’ve got support like that from home.”

“What did your folks have to say about you joining up?” He asked.

(Y/n) took a deep breath before answering, willing the memory from her mind. “They weren’t thrilled, that’s for sure.”

He elbowed her side gently with a chuckle. “Well, we’re all real glad you decided to join this mess. Who else is gonna keep all of us straight?”

Laughing to herself, (y/n) leaned her helmet back against the rumbling wall of the plane, wishing sleep would welcome her soon. Her eyes shot open after a few minutes when the aircraft shook with turbulence. Nausea crept up her throat at the movement, and she groaned at the realization she wasn’t going to get any rest.

Time seemed to stretch on forever sitting on the hard metal seat of the plane. Some of the other men started to rouse and have small conversations around her, but all she could think about was her parents. Could they stand to lose another child?

Tears burned her eyes as her mind replayed the moment they heard the news about Pearl Harbor and her brother’s fate. Her mother’s wails when she collapsed onto the floor beside the radio. The deep ache in her chest didn’t seem to go away with time, and she doubted it ever would.

(Y/n) was pulled from her thoughts by a gentle hand on her shaking knee.

“You’re gonna be okay, (y/n/n).”

Lew.

“Yeah,” she sighed, furiously blinking away her tears. “I’m not worried about myself, though.”

“Don’t worry about me, alright? Stay focused on yourself.”

(Y/n) smirked and raised an eyebrow. “What made you think I was worried about you, mister ‘yale know-it-all?’”

At that moment, Nixon was thankful for the dark plane, for she couldn’t see the flush that crept across his cheeks. “Only by the kind way you speak to me,” he retorted, rolling his eyes.

Within seconds, his face became serious. “But I mean it, (y/n). Please be careful.”

“I will, Lew. You too, okay?” She replied, grasping his hand atop her knee.

Their conversation was cut short by the red light flashing on beside Dick. Nodding at each other, they prepared for what was about to happen.

“Get ready!” Lieutenant Winters yelled above the rumble of the plane. “Stand up! Hook Up! Equipment check!”

Following orders, they stood, hooked up, and started checking their helmets, followed by pulling on the harnesses of those in front of them. George stood between Nix and (y/n) in line, separating the pair.

“Don’t enjoy this too much,” George jeered back to her as she checked his equipment.

Through his humor, she could see the fear that each of them felt.

Dick’s voice filled the plane again. “Sound off for equipment check!”

“Ten okay!”

“Nine okay!”

“Eight okay!”

“Seven okay!”

Hearing her heartbeat in her ears, (y/n) attempted to push her fear deep down.

“Six okay!” Chuck yelled, tapping her on the shoulder.

(Y/n) repeated the motion for George, shouting. “Five okay,”

“Four okay!”

“Three okay!”

“Two okay!”

“One okay!” Winters finished, looking out the jump door.

Within seconds, the cloud cover dissipated, and explosions filled the air, violently tilting the plane sideways. (Y/n) lost her balance and fell back onto her seat with a curse. Luckily, Chuck grabbed her harness and hoisted her back on her feet in front of him.

As the plane continued to shake beneath their feet, she looked through the small window at the stick beside them just in time to see it get hit and go down in flames. Her mouth went dry at the sight, and she prayed that they wouldn’t share the same fate.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Someone yelled at the back of the plane.

Lip turned behind him. “Does that light look green to you?”

The man didn’t get to respond as gunfire ripped through the plane, peppering him with shrapnel.

“I’m hit!”

Among the chaos, the green light flicked on, and Winters called out to them. “Let’s go!”

Without hesitation, he jumped out the door, followed by Gene, Lew, and George. Following Luz, (y/n) didn’t even look before pushing herself out the door.

The first thing she felt was the wind whipping at her equipment as she fell through the air. Anti-aircraft shells exploded around her, adding to the deafening cacophony surrounding her. Explosions, screams, gunfire…it was a sound she’d never forget.

Even with her parachute deployed, the ground was fast approaching. To her panic, she couldn’t see her DZ anywhere. To make matters even worse, the wind guided her toward the dense forest instead of one of the many open fields surrounding her. She tried to pull up on the risers to change her direction, but it was too late. Within seconds, she flew into the tall European oak trees she tried so desperately to avoid.

All air left her lungs as she slammed into a tree, sending her falling through the branches. The sound of snapping wood filled her ears and she hissed at the sharp stings that covered her body as she fell.

With a jolt, her descent was abruptly stopped, causing her to swing into a nearby trunk with a thwack. (Y/n) groaned at the impact, feeling pain seep into her already bruised and battered body.

“Great,” she hissed, looking up at the tangled chute. “Of course, I landed in a freaking forest.”

Seeing she was only a few feet off the ground, (y/n) let out a sigh of relief and reached for her knife. When she looked down, she cursed at the missing bag that was supposed to be attached to her leg.

‘At least I didn’t put anything important in there,’ she thought.

The (y/h/c) quickly cut herself free of the chute and fell through the air again, landing on her feet with a wince. Even though she couldn’t see herself, she knew she had to look rough. The stinging from various cuts and scratches torso, arms, and legs were a dead giveaway to her appearance.

Pulling out her M1, she quietly made her way to a clearing better illuminated by the moon. She stayed near the edge, wary of being seen, and used her compass and map to try and figure out where she was. After a few minutes, she discovered she was a few miles west of the rally point. Just as she was about to move, a drip of red on her map stole her attention. (Y/n) took off her helmet and began to run a shaky hand through her grimy hair when a sharp pain flared from her temple, making her groan at the searing sensation. Pulling her hand away, she gasped to see it covered in dark red.

The paratrooper quickly grabbed a bandage and gritted her teeth, tying it the best she could.

“Head wounds bleed the most,” Doc Roe had said in a medic seminar. “You’re gonna go through bandages quick.”

She gently placed the helmet back on her head and took a deep breath. “You can do this, (y/n),” she muttered under her breath as she started moving east toward the rally point. “You can do it.”

She’d made it to the ground, but she wasn’t out of the woods, yet.

D-Day Plus Three: Sainte-Mère-Eglise, France

Since Nix finally made it to Sainte-Mère-Eglise on June 7th, his eyes searched the crowd for one face. Every day, he kept a constant check on who arrived and who they’d seen or heard from, and for two days, he couldn’t rest.

On the third day, he overheard some men from the 82nd.

“Did you see the broad?”

On instinct, he rushed out of the makeshift company CP onto the street filled with exhausted paratroopers, ignoring the concerned looks from the men as he quickly made his way to the front of the town.

“Thank God,” he whispered, seeing her wobbly figure from a distance.

Her downcast eyes didn’t see him approach as she dragged her feet in the mud, too tired to even pick them up.

“You’re late to the party,” Lew chuckled, trying to mask his relief.

Despite the ringing pain in her head, her eyes shot up to meet his. When their gazes met, she let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. He made it.

A tired smile grew on her blood and dirt-covered face. “Nice to see you, too, Lew.”

Extending his arm out to her, Nix pulled her into a tight embrace. It was like his mind needed physical reassurance she was there.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he murmured into her helmet.

Leaning into his chest, she let the rhythm of his heart calm her fear. Even in a warzone, she felt safe in his arms. “I was worried about you, too.”

A chuckle reverberated through his chest. “So you were worried about me, huh?”

Pulling back to look at him, (y/n) smirked. “I take it back.”

His playful expression changed to concern as he noticed her pale face and the blood beneath her helmet. “Hey, what happened? You’re bleeding.”

(Y/n) ducked her head to the side. “I’m fine, Lew. Really.”

“Come on, let me see,” he urged, gently unclasping her helmet.

A hiss left him, seeing the blood-soaked cloth haphazardly tied around her head.

“(Y/n),” he sighed, one hand tilting her jaw to see the wound while the other peeled back the bandage. The gash ran from her right temple to just above her ear. “This is deep. You’re gonna need stitches. Let’s go to the aid station.”

His tender touch left her speechless. “Ok-okay,” she whispered, following him to the medic tent.

The coppery smell of blood hit her like a ton of bricks the second she entered the tent. Men were lying on cots, missing limbs, and crying in agony. (Y/n) froze, unable to tear her gaze from the carnage before her. A guiding hand on the small of her back urged her to keep walking.

“Come on, (y/n/n). This way,” Lew muttered.

He led her into another tent that was less crowded and sat her down on a nearby cot. “I’ll go find Doc. Stay here.”

Laying back on the cot, (y/n) allowed her body to fully relax for the first time in almost three days. Soreness gnawed at her muscles, leaving behind a dull ache that drained all of her energy. Within a few minutes, her eyes began to droop, and sleep finally welcomed her.

“She’s in here,” Lew said, Doc Roe in tow. “She’s got a nasty cut on her head.”

The cajun nodded. “Alright, I’ll take a look. You know head wounds bleed a lot.”

Walking into the room, their expressions softened at her curled-up form on the cot. “Is it okay if she sleeps,” Nix asked, crouching next to her.

Grimacing, Roe shook his head. “I really should check her head, sir.”

With a nod, Lew gently shook her shoulder. “Hey, (y/n/n). Doc’s here to check your head.”

She weakly groaned and sat up slowly. “I think I could sleep for a week.”

Chuckling, Gene held his index finger up in front of her face. “Follow my finger.”

After a few seconds, he sighed, grabbing a suture kit from his satchel. “Doesn’t look like you have a concussion, but that cut’ll need stitches.”

Roe carefully cleaned the wound as (y/n)’s eyes screwed shut. “You ready?” He asked.

Keeping her eyes closed, her hand shot out beside her, grasping onto Nixon’s hand tightly. “Lew, please talk to me. Say anything, I don’t care, just talk.”

He squeezed her hand in response as she let out a hiss when the first suture pulled through her split skin.

“When I was in college…”

With Lewis Nixon’s warm and reassuring hand in hers, along with his distracting words, the pain became bearable. In the small medic tent in Sainte-Mère-Eglise, Eugene smiled to himself, witnessing the intimate moment between the two.

“Ce sont des idiots.” He muttered to himself. “Des idiots en mal d’amour.”

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sweetness-pop · 9 months

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My first TnT headcanon:

In July 2023, Don-Chan & Donko, both 23 years old went on a DATE to see....................BARBIE!

(Btw, Donko actually dragged Don to see the film with her😅)

#Taiko no Tatsujin #Don-Chan #Donko #Don-Chan x Donko #Barbie #Barbie movie #Barbie 2023 #Don Wada #Taiko Drum Master #Taiko no Tatsujin x Barbie #My 1st TnT headcanon

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phoebepheebsphibs · 1 month

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EXIT STAGE LEFT...

ACT 2

@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau @tmntaucompetition @littlemissartemisia @shiveagit @shiveagit-arts @thevoidbrothers @noval1t @kathaynesart @bluepeachstudios @amevello-blue

CW: Zombies, epic fight scenes, cringe musical references, and character death

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Names and abbreviations (sorry there's a lot, we have a big cast for today's performances!) : UIFY = Until I Found You NFIF = No Fun in Fungus Leon = UIFY Leonardo 'Phael = UIFY Raphael DvD / Don = UIFY Donatello Mike/Mikey/Micheal = UIFY Michelangelo AudRaph = Swayed Raphael AudreyTello = Swayed Donatello LeonAudro = Swayed Leonardo MichelAudrelo = Swayed Michelangelo AudRai = Swayed Karai rhg!Donnie/Don/Donatello = Rise Hunger Games AU Donatello Raph = NFIF Raphael Donnie/Dee = NFIF Donatello Leo = NFIF Leonardo Angie/Angelo = NFIF Michelangelo

After a brief intermission...

"So," Leon sighed, as he leaned against the bottom panel of the couch Mikey was resting on, "What do we do now?"

"We lay low," rhg!Donnie stated flatly. "I don't have enough supplies to make any more small explosions like the ones I used to save you guys."

"How could we possibly 'lay low'? There's a zombie apocalypse going on outside!" Spider-Shine exclaimed. "At any point, they'll be able to break down the door and get in here!"

"We can't stay, anyways," April noted. "We have to get to the room where it all started."

"Why do you wanna be in the room where it happens?" Spider-Gal questioned. "What possible reason could there be to go straight into the heart of enemy territory?"

"Aside from killing the evil mushroom that resides there with a mystical bomb?" said DvD flatly. "None whatsoever."

"Wait, could we go back to the part where you have a bomb?" Abby asked, raising her hand. "What bomb?"

"The TNT," 'Phael said, motioning to the box-shaped explosive in the corner of the room.

"OH THAT THING?! I thought that was just a prop or something for the lounge room with the Minecraft..."

"No, that is apparently our one and only hope to destroy the fungus that has taken over the entire competition."

The room went silent.

"...I'm sorry, a what did what?"

"A fungus. Took over the competition," DvD repeated. "Very simple."

"Not quite," Omega said, his icon furrowing its brow. "I fail to understand how mildew could overthrow an entire competition."

"It's an airborne fear fungus, when you inhale it you see your worst fears come to life," 'Phael explained. "And, in some cases, the fungus can kind of... take control of you."

"Like... mind control?" rhg!Donnie asked, looking concerned.

"Yeh, pretty much. It's almost as if it possesses you."

"That would explain all the zombies," Ghost nodded. "And the way to get them all free from the fungus is to... blow it up?"

"Not quite," came an extra voice that startled everyone in the room. Diana screamed suddenly and pointed to April's head. Crawling out of her curls was the Hand.PNG, creepy as ever. April grabbed for the hand and threw it across the room. It never hit the wall, it vanished before that could happen, and reappeared on the table in the center of the room.

"As I was saying," it said, clearing its throat... how it did that was beyond them all. "The TNT will destroy the fungus, yes, but it won't destroy them all at once."

"Like with the Chitari in Avengers --"

"'PHAEL, WHAT DID WE SAY ABOUT THE POP CULTURE REFERENCES--!"

"Sorry, Leon--"

"Ahem, continuing," the hand continued, "The mushroom can be destroyed, but that will not destroy the spores infecting the rest of the competitors. It will only continue to spread from one host to another. You will need to come up with a way to free them all and destroy the spores for good."

"So, what do we do?" Abby asked nervously, Diana holding her hand tightly.

"I would suggest creating an anti-serum," Omega offered.

"Anti-serum?" Mikey croaked.

"Yes. If we could get a sample of the spores--"

"--We could make a formula that could take them down!" DvD finished excitedly. "But, would that be enough?"

"What if you had the DNA of something already immune to the spores?" the Hand.PNG asked.

"That would work," DvD said with a smile, already gripping his tech-bō and ready to take his own shot at the creepy crawly.

"Here," April said, taking off her jacket with the smudge of the Hand's black blood smeared across it. "You can use this!"

"Ah... yes... that works perfectly. Gives me no acceptable reason to injure the hand further. Wonderful."

"Glad to help!" April laughed, knowing exactly what she did.

DvD took the jacket to the kitchenette and started to analyze the hemoglobin, with Omega assisting. Ghost and rhg!Donnie joined in as well, each one working on a different section of the process.

A short time later -- but just enough time for Mikey and Leon to have nodded off -- the Donnies returned with two vials.

"We have a solution," DvD said with a proud grin, accidentally waking up the exhausted ornate box turtle and his red-eared slider brother.

"We've managed to isolate the deoxyribonucleic acid of the hand -- as well as the spores themselves -- from the sample April provided. We reverse-engineered the isotopes to isolate the immunity that Hand.PNG has to the --"

"In ENGLISH, nerd-brain," Diana interjected, getting a quick chuckle from Abby and Leon.

"We made a cure and a vaccine," Ghost stated plainly.

"What's the difference?" Spider-Gal asked, cocking her head to the side.

"The cure is for everyone who is already infected," Omega explained. "It will essentially destroy the infection and free them from the hive mind. They'll be a bit disoriented from the experience. But other than that they'll be perfectly fine."

"Okay, so what's the vaccine?"

"The vaccine is for us," Spider-Dee said, coming forward and tapping the vial. "It was made specifically with the Hand.PNG's DNA markers. Because the hand is not only immune, it's almost as if it's part of them. The genetic makeup of the hand and the spores is eerily similar... the zombies don't see it as a threat because they assume it's one of them already!"

"That's what the vaccine does," rhg!Donnie finished. "It not only acts as a blockade against the infection, but it also creates markers that the zombies pick up, almost like pheromones. They won't bother us, because they'll perceive that we're already infected like them!"

"Will it work?" 'Phael asked. "I mean... did you test it?"

"Did you see us leave the room?" DvD answered somewhat snarkily.

"Don' hafta get so snippy about it, I was just askin'..."

"A'ight, lads, no need to start a whole bull and cow goin'," Slider-Punk interrupts, stepping in between the two. "We're all a little on edge 'ere. 'Phael makes a good point though -- how d'ya know it's gonna work?"

"Because we made it," Spider-Dee explains with a smug grin.

"And because I ran countless simulations and tests on the possible side effects and hypothetical reactions," Omega adds.

"And because we have no other alternative," the Hand.PNG states. "We're out of time and resources for the moment. It will have to work."

"Right," DvD sighs, taking a small syringe and filling it with some of the glowing blue fluid. "Who wants to get their flu shot first?"

One by one, the competitors all received the injection, though Mikey took his rather shakily and needed Leon to hold his hand.

As the last person received their dose, the sounds of a mob trying to barge in began to cease. The room fell silent.

"It's... it's working? It's working!" rhg!Donnie chuckled. "Not that I ever doubted."

Leon crept to the door, unbolted it, and slowly cracked it open. Blue mist filtered into the room as he continued to open the door bit by bit. He stepped outside, cautiously looking around at the empty hall as the zombies meandered about sluggishly.

"I guess... we're good to go!" he said with a smile, as he came back into the room. "Now all we need is my grand plan of action to attack Audrey III and rescue the guys."

"We'll probably need a distraction," Diana suggested. "Something to get the shroom's attention focused in one direction while the rest go in to spray it with weedkiller or whatever."

"Something big and loud and preferably purple," Spider-Dee proposed.

"I could probably make something from what we have in the room," DvD offered. "I still have my tech-bō, and my travel tools... plus some spare uranium I bring along for special occasions."

"YOU HAVE URANIUM WITH YOU?!" Leon shouted as he jumped from his spot. "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST USE THAT FOR THE BOMB??"

"... Quite obviously, because that would kill everyone. And I may be wrong, but that seems a bit counterintuitive to what we're trying to accomplish, wouldn't you agree?"

"..."

"... I'm going to sit back down, now."

"Probably for the best," DvD nodded.

"So, a big distraction of musical finale proportions, hmm?" Abby asked excitedly, rubbing her hands together as she schemed. "Maybe I'll be able to stick the landing properly this time..."

"It would certainly get that overgrown toadstool's attention," 'Phael agreed. "So, we'll make a big to-do with the Donnies while the rest go in to rescue the swayed!"

"Once you detonate the bomb, the spores in the area will dissipate," the Hand.PNG reminded them. "But that will not free the zombies. You will need to administer the antidote to as many as you can as quickly as possible in order to keep the fight to a minimum. You don't need any more people getting hurt on behalf of Audrey III."

"Great, then let's--"

"Not you, Mikey," Leon said, pressing his brother back into the couch cushions before he could stand up all the way. "You're staying here."

"WHAT?!" Mikey yelled, straining his vocal chords yet again. "But I wanna help--!"

"I know you do. But I can't have you get hurt again. We just patched you back up! Mikey, I know how badly you want to help everyone, I know how much you care, but if you go out there again you will overdo it and get hurt, or worse -- and I am not about to watch you die again!"

That was cruel. Mikey knew that if the situation wasn't so dire, Leon wouldn't have brought that up in front of so many strangers, he wouldn't have wanted to mention something so delicate in front of the others... No, he would.... He did that on purpose, Mikey realized! He wanted to get them on his side. Intentionally make them worried so that they would do whatever Leon wanted to keep his brother in the room. Mikey scowled at Leon -- what a dirty trick to play! And it worked, he saw how everyone's heads turned to him with wide and frightened eyes.

"...Fine," he grumbled, crossing his arms and pouting angrily.

"And because I know you'll try to sneak out the moment we leave, I'm going to have to ask someone to stay behind with you--"

"I'll do it," rhg!Donnie quickly volunteered. "I'll stay behind."

"Abby's staying here too," Diana added, pulling her friend by the arm to force her onto the couch with Micheal to rest. "And so am I. I promised I'd look after her and make sure she was safe. That means no epic musical battles against giant fungus," she said, giving her friend a loving glare.

"Aw, phooey."

"The more, the merrier," Mikey grumbled.

"So, that's settled then," Ghost said. "The kids will stay here--"

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, the kids and rhg!Donnie will stay here," he corrected, "and the rest of us will be heading out to war."

"Alright! Let's go an' have ourselves a right barn owl with the giant mould!" Slider-Punk shouted, grabbing his guitar and playing a quick riff to further express his excitement.

"Let's go, then."

Mikey, Abby, Diana, and rhg!Donnie watched as the others left the room one by one.

"It is for the best," Hand.PNG said quietly, climbing onto Mikey's shoulder.

It had only been maybe five minutes since the rest of the 'resistance' had left, but Michael was still pouting sadly and grumbling to himself.

"You know that they only want to see you safe."

"Yeah, yeah, I know that. But I'm not some weak little invalid! I could help somehow! Even without my powers, I could still do something!"

"Of that I have no doubt. But you must stay, if only to keep your brothers at ease."

Mikey sighed, sliding deeper under his blanket.

Abby and Diana were sitting by the kitchenette, making themselves some popcorn and scarfing down some snack cakes they'd found. rhg!Donnie was sitting by the faux fireplace, getting nice and warm. Michael's thoughts wandered back to something he'd heard the hand say before.

"...What did you mean when you said 'it isn't meant to end this way'?"

"Pardon?"

Mikey reached over and let the hand crawl onto his palm, carrying it over to rest on his lap so that he could see it properly.

"Earlier in the hall, before the others rescued us. You said that it wasn't meant to end that way. What did you mean by that?"

The hand paused.

"...Are you sure you want to know the answer?"

"I think so," Mikey whispered.

"Very well. You recall I spoke to you of the 'authors'? Well, your story is very important to them."

"So... these authors can see the future?"

"Sometimes. In some ways."

"So, then why is all this terrible stuff happening to us? Why, if they're like... our deities?"

"They are not gods, only storytellers. The story has gotten away from them... you see, they have melded your stories together -- Until I Found You, and No Fun in Fungus. Things were never meant to become so dire, but events have spiralled beyond their control, and so they have sent me to help you."

"You... know them? My author?"

"I should hope so. She created me."

"What??" Mikey asked, taken aback by the statement. "Why would... I thought you were created for the spores! I thought the other author made you!"

"...I WAS created for the spores. But I was not made by the spores' author."

"I thought your purpose was to torment people--"

"My purpose was to be one who delivers -- almost like that of a postman, at first."

"At first?" Mikey asked.

"My purpose has changed since then..."

The hand heaved a forlorn sigh, as it twiddled its fingers.

"You would not understand, but... I am not a villain. I'm not even meant to be an antagonist. Believe it or not, I was given the task to rescue. To save a life."

"Save...? Save who?" he asked nervously.

"Why, Leonardo, of course."

"Leon? But he --"

"Not your Leon. NFIF Leonardo."

Mikey's stutter worsened as he tried to comprehend what the Hand.PNG was saying. Save Leonardo?? How, when it was the one who doomed him?

The hand proceeded to explain...

"I was originally made by your author to deliver the spores. She had envisioned me as an extension of herself, in the beginning. A representative. But as time went on, others came to take advantage of my usefulness, and I became what you might call 'a fad'. I was seen as a joke, a means for the other authors to express themselves and share their stories. A plot device, as it were. She didn't mind. She was glad something so simple as I could be used as much as I was. But then... it got out of control. Too many authors were using me, too many contestants were getting spored, and your friends were getting worried for the contestants' safety. NFIF Leonardo began to blame himself; he'd thought he'd started another apocalypse."

"A-another...?" Mikey asked, voice fading with fear at the thought of what that meant.

"It is a long story, but essentially NFIF Leonardo -- and many similar Leonardos here -- made an honest mistake that rippled across time and had unforeseen consequences. Leo had managed to keep the destruction from happening, but he still holds on to the guilt that it was almost because of him that his world was destroyed. And then... the spore outbreak. He blamed himself again. Your author saw his pain, and couldn't let him take the blame for something he did not do. But how could she tell him that? She couldn't speak to him directly. Authors rarely can, without tearing the fabric of their universe to shreds, or breaking the fourth wall. She needed a means to communicate to him that it was not his fault. So she changed my purpose, and sent me to help make it clear that I had stolen the spores from him to begin with. She changed my purpose, from deliverer... to scapegoat."

"So... what were you saving Leo from?"

"Himself."

Mikey didn't know what to say to that. The Hamatos were filled with selfless martyrs and sacrificial dum-dums...

"...What about me? Why would the author do that to save Leo, but let me die?"

"But you didn't die. You came back. She would never have let it go that far. And... you may not like this... but your 'sudden departure' was necessary."

"NECESSARY?"

"As I said, the story was getting away from the authors. She couldn't see an ending, she couldn't find the resolution. Too many people were becoming swayed by Audrey III, and you were losing hope. She needed the tides to turn in your favour, and she knew that I had a soft spot for your stories. The only way I would leave the fear fungus was if..."

"...If you saw how terrible things were getting. If you saw what would happen to us -- to me, if they continued."

"Yes. I could not see the true result of my actions unless I was faced with the consequences. But your author would never let you die like that. You're her favourite, after all..."

"I am?" Mikey asked, somewhat conflicted about this fact.

"Your story has only begun, dear one. And your author is very excited to see where it leads. After all, you are the one who managed to save your brothers and bring them together..."

Mikey pondered this. Mikey wondered... Was that his real superpower? Not these stupid mystic golden chains and magic spells he could concoct, but the ability to love people and bring them together?

"I must go now, your family needs my help."

The hand vanished into shadow, fading away in an instant.

Mikey thought about it. Your family needs your help.

He started to stand up.

"Hey, did you need something?" rhg!Donnie went to his side, trying to get him to lay back down.

"Yes, I need you to help take me to Audrey III."

"What?!" Abby yelled, nearly spilling her bowl of popcorn. "But Leon said to --"

"Screw what Leon said!" Mikey snapped. "I'm going to help them."

"You can barely walk!" Diana protested.

"That's why I need rhg!Donnie to carry me," Mikey said, grabbing the human version of his brother by the sleeves and tugging hard. "Please. If you don't, I'll drag myself there. I'll crawl, if I have to!"

"Mikey, please, be reasonable--!"

"No, you don't understand! I need to help them, they need us!"

"Us?" rhg!Donnie asked. "What do you mean by 'us'?"

"All of us! They don't realize how tough it's going to be, they're gonna need all the help they can get!"

Mikey shakily pulled himself up onto his feet as he looked around the room at the others.

"Look, we were all brought here for a reason. I don't know why, maybe because we have a bond, or because we all have something special in common, or whatever! But we're here regardless, and we're needed. They need our help."

rhg!Donnie pulled the note out from his pocket and read it over again.

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔! 𝚆𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙…

"...Even if you're right," he sighed, shoving the paper back into his pocket, "that's no reason to throw yourself into the fray."

"It's reason enough!" Mikey shouted, on the verge of tears. "It's family! The people I love!! Can't you understand that?! Wouldn't you do anything at all in the world -- in the multiverse -- if it meant you could keep your family safe?? No matter the cost??"

rhg!Donnie stared at Mikey.

He refused to cry. He refused to show just how right Mikey was. He wouldn't let this version of his brother see him like that. No matter how badly he wanted to hold him, cradle him gently, and promise that no matter what he would do anything for every version of his brothers.

"Okay then. Let's go."

"No! You're not going to stop me that... easily... I'm sorry, what?"

"I said let's go," rhg!Donnie repeated, immediately lifting Mikey up and carrying him out the door. "Are you girls coming too, or what?"

Abby and Diana looked at each other and shrugged.

"I guess we're all going down in musical flames," Diana groaned.

"You sound awfully Les Miserable about it," Abby joked.

"Don't even start."

"Well, if anything, all the music is gonna make quite that beautiful sound...!"

DvD and the others made their way through the maze of corridors and open areas and secret halls, walking (or web-swinging in the Spider-Teetlez' case) as quietly as they could. The vaccine would make the zombies see them as one of their own, but DvD and the other Donnies had concerns that if one of them should say the wrong thing, it would attract the bad kind of attention.

So they went on their way without saying a word to one another, down the halls as zombies passed by, muttering to themselves and whinging over whatever nightmare they were trapped in. Their footsteps echoed down the halls, the soft whimpers and moans of the infected like winds whistling down the lane.

Like silence, but not really silent. Just that still sort of quiet...

Ghost raised his hand, signalling to the others to come to a full stop.

They'd arrived at the room.

"Okay, everyone, you know the drill," Dvd whispered at them. "Time for our big opening number..."

"Why hasn't she succumbed yet?" AudreyTello asked, starting to become irritated with the little wretch in the cage of vines, who was still screaming and kicking and crying in anger, raging against the hallucinations.

"She is stronger than we assumed," AudRai noted, placing her hand over the cage and viewing the hallucination for herself. "It appears that in her nightmare, she ate her way through the door and--"

"I'm sorry, ATE her way through?!"

"Yes."

"How?! Never mind, I don't want to know," he growled. "At this point, I'm willing to throw her outside and let her fight the fear somewhere else, her constant screams are giving us a headache..."

AudRaph walked over to her and gingerly took her hand.

"What are you doing?" AudRai questioned.

"...Nothing," AudRaph said, rubbing his thumb over Misa's tiny fist. "Simply trying to help her assimilate."

"I don't CARE about assimilation!" AudreyTello screamed, smashing his bō staff into the wall and causing cracks to splinter across it. "She's driving us insane with her banshee screeches!!" he growled, gripping the staff to the point where he might break it. "Donatello has nearly reached his limit with this noise. I swear, if one more thing --"

A loud racket started playing outside the room, a guitar that reverberated and nearly caused the walls of the room to collapse.

"WELL, OF COURSE THAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. HE MUST BE PSYCHIC."

AudreyTello stomped over to the door and flung it open, finding a hundred purple lights and drones flying around the hall, swirling together to create a mimicry of DvD's face.

AudreyTello's staff transformed, weapons building together and turrets mounting on his shoulders as speakers continued booming heavy rock and roll music. The enormous DvD face smiled down at him, eyes glowing bright as purple smoke started to cover the floor.

"YOU DARE CHALLENGE DONATELLO VON DRAXUM?"

AudreyTello gripped the weaponized bō and pointed it at him.

"This competition isn't big enough for two supervillains," AudreyTello sneered, hoping to get under his skin with the accusation.

"OH, YOU'RE A VILLAIN ALRIGHT -- JUST NOT A 'SUPER' ONE!"

"Oh, really?" AudreyTello swept his foot back, readying his stance for a fight. "And tell me, what is the difference?"

The drones moved, making the giant head open its mouth dramatically as DvD -- having changed from his casual wear into his formal Draxum attire, complete with glowing visor, protruding tusks, and flowing cape -- strutted out with an enormous grin on his face, arms extended as if to accept applause.

"PRESENTATION!!"

A laser light show ignited as the drones flew in different directions all at once, mimicking an explosion and dancing around AudreyTello dramatically. The music burst, electric guitars and drums creating a soundscape around the two.

"So, we've gone from musicals to Megamind, have we?"

AudreyTello grinned maliciously.

"Very well. I can acclimate."

He jumped forwards, firing the torpedoes and missiles at the son of Draxum. The drones holding him up dropped suddenly, letting him fall to the ground. He activated his own tech-bō, creating a large rocket-powered mechanical fist that he swung at AudreyTello. The swayed NFIF member ducked at the last second, shielding himself with an enormous photon cannon. The blast from the cannon shot him backwards, out of reach from DvD, who growled angrily at him.

"You wouldn't hurt me, you wouldn't hurt your friend Dee?" AudreyTello asked, making a sad baby face at him before bursting out in mad cackles. "I'm only a sad, lonely little mushroom!"

DvD gritted his teeth.

"You may be a mushroom, but you're going down all the same."

"HA!" AudreyTello laughed, as he swung his bō at DvD.

"Your mouth's talking trash!"

Another swing.

"You'd better rinse it."

Another.

"Your meat is minced --"

He lunged...

"-- I'm here to mince it!"

He landed on DvD, who pushed him back with his own tech-bō.

"I'm gonna have this world, now give me some space; I'm gonna wipe that stupid grin off of your stupid face! I'll put you in--"

DvD ducked.

"I'll put you in --"

DvD dodged.

"I'll put you in your place!!"

DvD rolled back, getting his tech-bō ready to reveal another impossibly futuristic high-tech weapon. AudreyTello chuckled at him, rolling his glowing eyes.

"What exactly was your objective, here? To stop me? Single-handedly?? Just a lone Donatello up against the might Audrey III?"

"Well, I wouldn't say 'lone' Donatello..." DvD retorted with a grin.

White sticky thread suddenly wrapped around AudreyTello, tying his arms to his waist. Spider-Dee swung circles around him, continuing to wrap him in webbing, tighter and tighter as he shouted his protests. Spider-Dee landed on the ground and swung AudreyTello over his shoulders, sending the swayed turtle flying. AudreyTello activated his ninpo once again, creating jet wings that sliced through the webbing and slowed his descent. AudreyTello gave a quick turn and soared back at them, readying his weapons when a heavy body jumped him and caused him to crash into the ground. Ghost rolled into the tumble and regained his footing almost immediately, taking out his own cracked bō staff and preparing to spar.

"Snap outta it, kid," Ghost said, voice low and gravelly. "We know this isn't you. We know you don't want to actually hurt us."

"Oh, do we, now?" AudreyTello chuckled, rising from the floor and rubbing his chin. "Let's test that little theory, shall we?"

He went to jump at them again when the drones suddenly surrounded him, each one blasting light in his face and disorienting him.

"Protocol: Blinded-By-The-Light is functioning properly!" Omega called out from the sidelines as he ordered the drones to carry the villain into the air and drop him while DvD and Spider-Dee continued the assault.

As all the Donatellos fought, the rest of the group made their way to the room.

"Where's the hand?" Leon whisper-shouted at the group.

"Here," the disembodied limb stated, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"Well, that never gets old," Leon grumbled sarcastically. "Where do we put the TNT so we don't hurt anyone?"

"Round the back. I will show you," it said, skittering along the side of the walls and leading them to the preferred spot...

Inside the room, AudRaph paced back and forth.

"What is all that commotion?!"

"Donatello is having some difficulties dealing with the pests," AudRai informed him.

Raphael flinched upon the word "pest", the glow in his eyes flickering slightly as he turned to look at Leo.

"You're losing control again," MichelAudrelo growled. "How are you so pathetic that a weakling like him can challenge your power?"

AudRaph snapped his head to glare at MichelAudrelo.

"I'm done taking your calumny. I'm going outside to see what's holding Donatello up..."

"...If we set the explosives off, won't it cause structural damage?" Spider-Gal asked as they approached the selected spot.

"I would imagine so," the Hand.PNG stated flatly. "But because it is charged with your ninpo, it should protect the competition building as a whole and keep the damage to a minimum. It's designed to destroy the mushroom..."

"Wait, but LEO's a PART of the mushroom!" April protested. "I saw him!"

"Yes, I know. But your ninpo should keep him safe --"

"HEY!" a gruff voice shouted at them. The group turned around to see AudRaph barreling towards them. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Eeeouugh, boy," Leon groaned. "Um, everybody scatter?"

"But what about--!"

"Go," the hand ordered, its voice soft and melancholy. "I will make sure the TNT is charged and set."

"Wait, what are you going to do--"

Before April could get an answer, Spider-Gal had grabbed her by the arm and was already swinging her to safety.

"You traitor!!" AudRaph yelled, stomping towards the Hand.PNG. "Why would you fight against us?! How could you switch sides?"

"Because, my dear Raphael," the hand sighed as it pulled the TNT to its final resting place and ignited the fuse.

"It was never meant to be..."

If this was the price to pay to save them all, then it was alright to take the sacrifice. One had to pay one's accounts, after all... and at least it got to enjoy a few good stories.

They would understand. And no one would miss it. Which was good, so no tears would be shed.

There had been enough already...

AudRaph managed to take a few steps away as the sparks reached the bottom of the fuse.

Boom.

End of Act 2

Act 3

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