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-Alocasia

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SSingh2008

MC DAILIES

18.3.22
600 words

Poetry was on top on the leader boards. The other cabins were pretty jealous but what could we do, it’s in our nature.
Robin stood up and said with encouraging words, “We will win for sure! Like the poem goes
‘We wander in the wilds
Fearing none but searching for something fun,
We lose our way
But find a new one every day
Never giving up the hope
To successfully attain first place’ ”

Everyone applauded cheerfully when we heard an alarming news, Fantasy and Horror had created a pact to attack us. But we weren’t at all alarmed. Our defenses were ready and our leaders were just chilling and eating cookies while laughing with smiles you would shudder after seeing.
Canons fired from all directions but nothing happened. I was so not scared, because the place where Horror and Fantasy had attacked it was a hologram of our cabin, nothing more nothing less. Our leaders already knew about it so…there was nothing to worry about in the first place.
The explores departed from their and went into their rooms while our leaders were fearlessly staying awake to protect us.
Umm…but reality was not exactly like this, Robin, Jade, Blair along with the leaders of Horror, Peachii, Lisa, Juli and leaders of Fantasy Aria, Soft and Yumi were playing poker sitting around a table and eating cookies.

It was no secret to us, campers we already knew that they enjoyed playing poker but the leaders were tight lipped nothing would get out except for words to play the game.

“I won again” said Robin with a grin, “just like how Poetry’s still on top”

“You won only cuz you played this for years and nothing more” said Peachii

“I agree” added Aria agreeing with Peachii while nodding.

We later discovered while cleaning up the headquarters that the three cabin’s leaders where actually classmates from school. Now we were a little scared…because if they were classmates Horror and Fantasy might know our weakness, our biggest weakness.

“Robin…we have something to ask you?” Lui said reluctantly

“Sure, sure why not” replied Robin eating her cookie

“Are you guy’s friends with the leaders of Horror and Fantasy?” See asked

The cookie which Robin was eating dropped from her hand while Jade and Blair froze up in their places.

“From your expressions it proves it that, it is true!” Ami said gasping while others joined her

“N-no, no th-that’s not at all true” replied Robin shuddering

“Then why are you shuddering so much??Hmm” asked Addie

“Umm…because…because we have a lot of work to do any its stressing…you know?” said Jade trying to cover up for Robin’s shuddering

Blair walked up and said with confidence, “Yes, we are!” confessing to us

“WHAT!”
“WHAT! WHAT”
“NOT POSSIBLE!”
Everyone started chattering, whispering to each other.

“We don’t have any issues with you all being classmates or anything, just asking if you all are close than do, they already know our secret” Addie asked with caution

“Of course, they don’t know” Robin said laughing out loud, “Is that al you wanted to ask?”

“Yes!” we all replied in unison

“Then you don’t need to worry they can’t ever guess our secret it will never, ever, ever cross their complicated brains” replied Jade with a smile

Suddenly we could hear booms, like an attack was going on. Again, it was Horror and Fantasy but this time they attacked the real cabin and not the holographic one.

“Wander’s read for defense we’re going to have some fun destroying their weapons!” Robin said grinning with an idea sparkling in her eyes.

Galaxy_Awesome

♟ 18th of March ♟
570 words

Taking a breath, you step through the portal. The familiar sensation of dizziness swallows you. Ears ringing, head spinning, the faint fizz of ozone on the tip of your tongue. It seems to last both so long and so short. A few seconds and a few years, all in a single, breath stealing moment. Finally, the feeling recedes, and you step out the other side blinking swirling purple magic from your eyes.

The Mojang Hub is big. Though you're no longer a child, it seems just as large as it was back then, perhaps even bigger. It extends far, far farther than meets the eye. Spiralling iron columns stretch up to the high ceiling, low-hanging lanterns dangling from it, waving slightly with a chink. Potted azaleas litter the quarts floor, with several fences dotting the walls for people to tie their animals to. Dozens of stable, different coloured portals line the Hub, each one with decorated slightly, with its name written on a sign posted beside it.

The architecture here is one of the best in the known worlds, courtesy of the best builders they could find.

It's comforting, in a way. You've grown up seeing this grand hall your whole life, and never, not a single time, has it changed. Well, not much, at least. Even now, as you walk through the wide, wide area searching for the portal to your home server, you spot new decorations propped up everywhere, from advertisements (“Magical Mountain Soul Emporium: Open Today!”), tourist cards and boards (“Come to Boatem Town and Visit the Midnight Alley!”), campaign posters (“Villager-Pillager Equality!”), and an assorted bunch of others, including pictures hanging from the walls, white pumpkins, and a very, very large mural of the First Players, Steve and Alex, the first mobs to evolve into the foundation of player-kind.

Along the way, you stop at a few wandering trader stalls, turning your nose up at the prices. Despite your nagging, all they do is hum and shrug noncommittally at your insistence of a lower price. Sighing, you hand over the emeralds and scoop your new tools into your inventory, turning around to head back on your way before- crash!

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” winces the axolotl hybrid in front of you.
You nod, pulling yourself back up to your feet. “It's alright,” you smile, then side-eye the tall enderman hybrid beside her. She catches you looking, and moves in front of them slightly defensively, though the smile stays on her face.
“Sorry again,” she sighs in relief, then tugs at the enderman's arm pulling them on their way. “Safe travels!”
“You too!” you call back, only to find your view of your portal obstructed by the crowd.

You bite your lip, trying to push your way through, avoiding wings, tails, and other various appendages. At last, you arrive at a spot your recognise. Your portal sits only a few metres away. Just as you move to walk towards it, someone taps your shoulder.
“Hey,” says the young pillager, whom you vaguely recognise from the outpost across the desert . “Do you know where the portal to the Order of the Stone's server is? Endercon is in a few hours, and I really don't want to be late…”
Sighing, you point north.
“It's over that way,” you say tiredly, then turn back to the portal.

Taking another deep breath, you step through the portal to your home server.

Last edited by Galaxy_Awesome (March 18, 2022 13:57:54)

Amethyst-animation

Daily

This story takes in place shortly after A Light In The Mist, but you can note there will be no serious spoiler warnings about that book.
This is about one of my favourite cats in the Warriors series!

A blur of orange and white shot across the ragged undergrowth, leaving the bleak plants swaying with the speed. The blur twisted straight around a rotting pine tree, over a pooling pond of inky black, and straight across to the hole.
It stopped finally, sending out centuries of musty dust flying behind her. Eyes watering, she peered through the tunnel.
She had been spying on the guard, and her theories were right; every day, only for a few minutes, the guard would slink off into the Dark Forest to find something to eat. Those precious minutes were not enough for a Dark Forest cat to be able to push through the resistance of the barrier… however…
“That piece of mouse-dung better be here soon,” she muttered, her eyes gleaming dangerously as she stretched her stained claws.
The she-cat glowered viciously across the barrier, flexing her paws. It was a few moments until she heard the crackling of autumn leaves under paws, and a dark-coloured she-cat appeared. Stars sparkled in her pelt, and her blue eyes were cool as she met the other cat’s gaze.
“Mapleshade,” she said simply, sitting back.
Her fur bristled. “Well? Have you brought them?”
Darkstar paused for a moment. “Yes. They’re waiting many fox-lengths back, though, so I can have this conversation with you in private.” The black cat leaned forwards, her nose a mouse-length away from the shimmering purple barrier that separated the force of good and evil; the StarClan hunting grounds and the Place Of No Stars.
“Do you promise,” hissed Darkstar. “Do you swear, that this… meeting… does not- do anything? That you won’t try to- to corrupt them, or anything?”
“Darkstar,” growled Mapleshade, a tone of impatience mixing in her slithery voice. “We’ve had this conversation. I’ve wanted nothing more than to meet them. I’m not going to hurt them, or force them to fight for me.”
She inclined her head. “And I took pity on you. But if anything bad happens again, I’ll pile this entrance personally with brambles and branches and make sure you never clap those corrupt eyes on them again.”
A yellowish cast had appeared in Mapleshade’s eyes. After being in the Dark Forest for so long, that would happen to any cat.
“Very well,” Darkstar nodded in satisfaction after a moment. “They’ll be on their way.”
With that, her star-speckled tail whisked away from sight. Mapleshade sat, brooding.
This has been the moment I’ve waited for ever since I arrived here…
What if they don’t like me?!
Argh. Dung-brained Darkstar, making me wait so long for them.
After what felt like an eternity of heart-wrenching pacing along the dusty forest floor, Darkstar returned. Trailing after her with equally excited-and-nervous looking faces were… Petalkit, Larchkit, and Patchkit!
Immediately she felt self-conscious about her matted and dark fur. But that was nothing that she could help with. Being in the Dark Forest rewarded her with dirty, bleak fur, instead of the sparkling stars that sparkled like gems in a StarClan’s resident.
Her breath was caught in her throat. She gazed at her three kits… Petalkit, Larchkit and Patchkit.
“Mother?” Patchkit said, a tone of wonder in her voice. She imagined him scornfully comparing this scruffy old she-cat with the sleek and beautiful queen she had once been.
“Mother! It really is you!” The tom rushed up and stopped before the barrier. He glanced curiously at the barrier, hesitated for a moment, and proceeded onwards through it. She’d had suspicions for ages, but this confirmed it; StarClan cats could pass through the border anytime they wanted. Before, she’d have spitted madly about the unfairness of it.
Now, she was rejoicing; her heart was singing like it had never before.
Mapleshade gasped as the small cat bundled into her fur. She could’ve cried and laughed and squealed at the same time. She wrapped her tail comfortingly around Patchkit and breathed in his scent.
Petalkit and Larchkit were only a few paces behind. They pressed into either side of her, and Mapleshade was further delighted as they appeared to not even care about the pungent scent that came with her.
“My kits… my perfect kits…” murmured Mapleshade, closing her eyes.
“Mother?” Patchkit said again. Mapleshade smiled fondly at him.
“Mother— I— We didn’t want you to— be here,” he stammered. Petalkit and Larchkit nodded in unison, burying further into her wavy fur. “We tried to talk to them. We pointed out how you seemed betrayed by what everyone had done to you — by your Clanmates, your mate’s Clanmates, and by StarClan. You were driven by madness. But after death your madness eased a little, right, Mother?” His round eyes blinked at her. “I saw it. I was watching through this barrier. But I was a bit afraid. When I returned, I explained the situation… they didn’t listen.” He shook his head furiously.
“But, Mother,” piped up Petalkit. “We’ve decided. We want to stay with you!”
Larchkit nodded. “StarClan made a mistake in putting you here. Day after day, I have to live with foul cats like Ravenwing who betrayed you. If I could, I’d stay with you here. Forever. And so would we all.”
The three cats nodded in unison.
Mapleshade blinked at her three kits, her eyes brimming with tears. “R-Really?” She choked out. “In this…”
She didn’t need to finish, but the three pairs of eyes didn’t hesitate.
“Really,” mew Petalkit solemnly.
She let out a sob and wrapped her tail around all three kits, drinking in their scents. At last, she dared to break the silence of the paradise.
“You should tell a few cats first. When do you want to meet again?”
Patchkit shook his head. “I don’t have anyone to tell. No one cared for us; not even Appledusk, who seemed determined to forget you had ever lived, Mother. If anything, nearly all the cats glared at us, avoided us, and treated us like mouse bile.”
“My poor kits,” she said, wrapping herself around them even more affectionately. “Don’t worry. Even if this is the Dark Forest, I’ll make it as comfortable as possible for you.” Her eyes glimmered. “But we should probably tell Darkstar so she doesn’t assume I kitnapped or anything.”
They laughed, and Mapleshade told them to blend into the shadows of the trees before the guard came back. “I’ll tell Darkstar,” she told them, then padded back to the entrance.
Life was truly unexpected. Her kits had healed her conflicted mind. She would protect them with the life of her spirit.
A true smile, unused for ages, slid onto her her muzzle.

Mapleshade is one of my favourite characters, and like most people I strongly believed she deserved better.
So I gave her a touch of happiness to her warped life.
Goodbye

Last edited by Amethyst-animation (March 18, 2022 11:40:44)

i_like_kotlc

daily 3/18/22 - 500 words
this is my first time writing a fanfiction, so I know it’s not the best
Casita from Encanto

Hello there! My name is Casita, and I’m pretty much your average, everyday house, except for a few small differences. However, I think it would be more fun for you to figure out the differences instead of me just telling you, so have fun!

My tiles clatter happily, waking up the entire house so they can get ready to start their day right. Today, lots of preparations are underway - Mirabel will figure out her gift tonight! Or, at least, that’s what everyone thinks, but I know better. That is a story for later though. I turn my stairs into a slide so Mirabel can slide down them. I might as well let her have some fun - after all, I do feel a little bad about what will happen tonight - it’s bound to make her sad for a while… she will figure out the benefits eventually, though. Plus, the future of the family depends on it, and I’m not the only one who knows it - Bruno does too, or he will later today, if he doesn’t already know it secretly.

Right. Bruno. I suppose I need to add a bit of context here, since you’re probably thinking, ‘Bruno? You mean the one with the gift that allows him to see the future?’ Nobody ever talks about me being able to see the future. My floor creaks in annoyance, accidentally sending Mirabel tumbling. Oops. Anyways, back to Bruno. We don’t really talk about him all that much for… various reasons that will be revealed with time. Yes, yes, Bruno can see the future, but that eventually turns out to be bad for him. Well, if you truly must know what happens, I suppose I can break the rules of my future-seeing to tell you. When Mirabel doesn’t… *ahem* sorry, I misspoke there - when Mirabel gets her gift, Bruno disappears, and secretly hides in my walls with the distasteful rats. You’re probably wondering why I let him stay there without telling anyone. Well, I am not entirely certain, to tell the truth, but I believe it had something to do with the fact that he was unable to return to the house, but he would be needed again eventually. Not to mention the fact that he was always kind and never bothered me when he was living in the walls.

Unfortunately, my magic is dying, so- WAIT NO I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY THA- well, since my magic is NOT dying, I could tell you about the future, but… the floor trembles as I scramble to think of an answer… hopefully no one notices. Ah yes, here’s one: due to the rules of the future, I can’t give you any more information. The pans that were previously floating clatter down as I sigh in relief. Still flustered, random parts of the house begin to function strangely. Oh, well, I must go clean up that mess before I share anything els- I mean before my paint gets chipped!

sit_candy

18/3.2022 Daily. 579 WORDS Wrote fanfiction on Avatar: The legend of Korra. There are bits of the story related to some scenes of Season 1, While the rest of them I've made up myself . Please keep in Mind.

“Hush Korra.” Said Mako as he put a hand over my mouth. I was shaken by seeing him after 6 months since I had gone on my own to my native place to practice my powers. But I had to come back as the people of Republic City were pleading for help and trying to flee from the Chaos create by the enemies. “Mhmm mmm!” I was trying to say “Mako Mako.” But I couldn’t talk due to Mako’s hand over my mouth. Mako finally withdrew his hand from my mouth. “Mako, its y-you?” I asked stuttering in shock. “Who else do you think it is eh?” Exclaimed Mako with a grin. He later kissed my cheek.
A warm blush spread over my face. But I was in too much of shock since I was fighting the Electric Troopers and they almost killed me. Next was meeting Mako after 6 months. Lastly was finding myself on a bed in Mako’s Room. “W-what happened, why am I in your room?” I stuttered. “You were Fighting the Electric Troopers. One of the troopers managed to put you in electric shock. I managed to fight them and bring you here.” Explained Mako.
“Where’s Asami and Bolin?” I asked worriedly. “They’re both safe in the underground city. So far, the Troopers have not found them and neither the city. Tenzin, Jinora, Ikki and General Lin are fighting the troops. While the rest of Tenzin’s family are still safe in the underground city. The troopers had invaded their home, so they fled there.” Replied Mako with a serious tone. “Phew. But aren’t Jinora and Ikki still too young to handle the war?” I questioned him. “You’re actually right Korra. But both of them refused to be in shelter. They wanted to help Tenzin and General Lin.” Said Mako.
“Brave souls.” I said with a warm smile. But a flash of lighting broke my smile. A trooper with an electric gun had entered the room by blasting the door, he pointed it at both of us. “Either you guys surrender or I’ll shoot.” He warned. Thus, we pretended to surrender. Soon the trooper started talking about love and conquering his leader, Amon. Both of us were tired of waiting, so with Mako’s help, I made a water and air whirlpool to push the trooper aside. His gun smashed to the ground into bits. “Hurry we must help Tenzin, Ikki, Jinora and General Lin before its too late.” I said hurriedly. We managed to catch a horse and rode on to the where the attacks were.

Lightning flashed, People screamed in fear, People were electrocuted, troopers chased citizens with lightning whips and guns. Next you could see Ikki defending elder sister Jinora, whom sustained head injuries. “Ikki and Jinora, Watch OUT!!” I yelled as I grabbed both of their arms and fled the spot as a trooper had almost electrocuted both the girls. “Korra!!!” Both the girls jumped with happiness and hugged me with tears in their eyes. I had a couple of tears in my eyes, myself. As I had not seen them in a while. But, “ZAP”! All 3 of us, had fell to the ground. 4 Troopers stood before my eyes. I tried to get up , but I couldn’t. The pain in my body was too much. “Have nice nap ladies.” Was the last thing I could hear. I lost consciousness . I had no idea what happened. I had blacked out .

To be continued~

579 words

Rainstorm-09

Daily 3/18/22 960 words, Warrior cats fan fic.
Rainpaw ran and ran and ran. She could hear a cat yelling. A stick scratched her side, but she didn't care. She finely saw who was in trouble. A gray tom, who looked about the same age she was, with green eyes, and she saw why he was shouting. A badger. It had clawed out his left eye and bit off his tail. The tom ran behind a tree and Rainpaw lunged at the badger. After a few hard blows to its face, it ran off and Rainpaw walked up to the tom. ”Who are you?“ the tom asked. ”Rainpaw of ThunderClan. How about you?“ she meowed ”Stone of who knows where. Thank you for saving me.“ ”No problem. I mean, I probably failed my finale test but who cares?“ ”Rainpaw!“ ”Oh, Brook's coming!“ ”I should go.“ Stone said. ”Bye! Watch out for badgers!“ Rainpaw called after him as he ran off. ”Who was that? And why is your side scratched?“ Brook asked walking up to Rainpaw. ”A stick, and that was nobody.“ As Rainpaw turned to go back to camp she gasped. Standing by a tree where 4 cats. One had a nick in his ear, one had soaking wet fur, one had claw marks on his chest, and the last one had a scratch on her paw and was rather fluffy. ”Go with them…“ A voice said. ”Go with them to the sun-drown place. Speak to Midnight. She will tell you what you must do…“

Rainstorm woke up with a start. She ran out of the warrior's den and bumped into Jayfeather. ”Is Moonstep in the medicine cat den?“ She asked. ”You know you could talk to me, right?“ He said. Rainstorm sighed ”No.“ She meowed turning to go see Moonstep. ”She's out gathering herbs. I'm the only one here.“ He called after her. She froze, sniffing the air. He was right, she could smell her sister's scent going outside camp. ”Fox dung.“ she mumbled flicking her tail to tell Jayfeather to meet her out by the lake. After telling him about her dream, he said. ”Midnight… she's a badger. So, you should most likely find those cats and go talk to her.“ ”Ok… One of them is Winterspirt an-“ ”Who could you tell?“ ”He has a nick in his ear, and Winterspirt has a nick in his ear to, StarClan know how he got it. I think one is Clayfoot, because the claw mark looked like one of his scars, one of them was SUPER fluffy and know a fluffy cat with a scared foot… Thunderclaw. That just leaves the wet cat. It could be anyone from RiverClan!“ ”Do you know any RiverClan cats?“ ”Mistfoot.“ ”So, it's probably her.“ ”I don't know…“ ”Later I'll to talk to them.“ ”Ok. I'm going to see the sun-drown place!“

Winterspirt was going to sleep after the Gathering. As he drifted off to sleep, he remembered how he had gotten his warrior name. He had chased the kittypets off the border. One had left a nic in his ear. Winterspirt smiled at the memory, then he saw a cat standing in the corner. ”Wintspirt. Go with them to the sun-drown place. Speak to Midnight. She will tell you what you must do…“ Winterspirt saw four cats, one with a scratch on its side, one with soaking wet fur, one with a scratch on its paw, and one with claw marks on his chest. ”No, I like it here. I'm not leaving.“ ”I will make you see that you should go.“ the cat said stepping where he could see her better. ”Blossomtail?“ Blossomtail started to fade away. ”No! Don't go! I'll go! I'll go!“ but she was gone. And Winterspirt fell to sleep.

He woke up and saw his clanmate's where laying way to still. He ran out of the den, everything was dark, and the sky was bright red. He ran down to the lake and gasped. The lake was also red, with blood. ”This is what will happen if you don't go with them.“ A voice said, it was Blossomtail again. ”I'll go.“ ”Good. But beware.“ Blossomtail faded away. Then someone pushed Winterspirt into the red lake. ”Help!!!“ He yelled He saw a gray cat with blue eyes. ”Help me!“ ”No.“ the cat said, ”My revenge will go on.“ Winterspirt sunk into the lake. ”We will meet again“ The cat's voice said. ”But I will not look the same. Watch your back, Winterspirt. because I will be waiting.“ Then Winterspirt drifted into the darkness at the bottom of the lake.

Winterspirt awoke with a start. He looked around, sighing with relief as he listened his clanmates outside. He walked out of the den and saw it was already sun high. Tigerstar steped out of his den. ”Hello, Winterspirt. Glad your awake.“ Tigerstar said, ”Why did no one wake me up?“ Winterspirt asked. ”I thought you needed some sleep.“ ”I'm going hunting. If you don't mind, sir.“ ”By all means.“ Winterspirt ran out of the camp, and all the way to the SkyClan border. ”Hello?“ Someone asked. ”Jayfeather?“ Winterspirt ask. ”Winterspirt! Just the cat I was looking for!“ ”Are we all here for the same reason?“ A new cat asked. It was Thunderclaw. ”If that reason is because a dream then yes.“ Jayfeather said. ”Wait, you had the dream to?“ Winterspirt asked him. ”No, Rainstorm did.“ ”So, you're in? And is Rainstorm in?“ Thunderclaw asked. ”Yes.“ Winterspirt and Jayfeather said in unison. ”Great!“ she said ”Winterspirt, go ask Mistfoot of RiverClan if she's in, and I'll go ask Clayfoot.“ Jayfeather said ”Wait,“ said Winterspirt ”How do you know who to ask?“ ”Rainstorm said that's who she thinks also had the dream.“ ”Whatever. See ya." and with that they all walked off.

Last edited by Rainstorm-09 (March 18, 2022 20:31:19)

FirestarForReal

1248 words for part 2
Part 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6116140/ (it says part 5 because it was part 5 for the weekly last week)

“So, we gotta choose codenames,” Bernetta says on the bus ride. “You know, Purple’s spy could’ve told them all about us so they know our names, if we show up there being called ‘Dorean’ or ‘Bernetta’, it’s not gonna work.”
Jay feels a bit confused. His real name is Jay Hartman. His fake identity for Blue is Kaleb ‘K’ Sniders. Does he have to make a fake identity for Purple, too? His head spins confusedly. “I mean- yeah, you make sense, but-” he stammers.
“But?” Bernetta shrugs. “You know I’m right,”
“Ooh, ooh, how about Cassandra Zoya Everdeen?” Dorean gushes. “You know, Everdeen from the book Hunger Games- Katniss Everdeen?”
“Wow, that’s a 1000% fake name right there,” Bernetta frowns. “Pick something…less noticeable.”
“Irene Mitchell?” Dorean finally says, after scrolling through names on her phone for five minutes. “It sounds like Doreen. Dorean. Irene.”
“That could work,” Bernetta nods. “I’ll be Brynn Dyson.” She opens her computer to some important-looking files. “I’ll edit the documents Blue sent us to match our fake names.” Then she looks at Aaron. “What’s your code name?”
“Uh…Bob? Smith?” Aaron blinks.
“You’ll have to do better than that,”
“Kobe! For Kobe Bryant!” Aaron looks delighted that he had thought of this himself.
“Ummm… no.”
Jay is starting to feel like Aaron was not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. At least he can catch something halfway across the football field.
“How about Kenneth? It’s close to Kobe,” Dorean suggests. She pops a gum bubble and wordlessly offers some to Jay, who declines with a tiny shake of his head.
“Kenneth Norton.” Bernetta finalizes, and types it in, hitting ENTER. “It’s done now. Remember, I’m Brynn Dyson. Dorean’s Irene Mitchell. Aaron will be Keeneth Norton. And K’s…wait, K, you haven’t picked a fake name.”
Jay suddenly has a genius idea. Risky, but genius. Hopefully. “I’ll be Jay Hartman,” he says, internally thrilled at his genius. “You know, Jay sounds like K.”
“Oh, smart,” Bernetta types it and smiles. “Okay, we have our names and..” She glances out the window. “We’re here.”
The school looms in front of them, large and awe-inspiring. Strangely, Jay had expected to see it scary and terrifying. Instead, it was just a rather large school. Awe-inspiring and looming, sure. But not a drop of fear.
“This doesn’t feel bad,” Bernetta- Brynn frowns, voicing Jay’s thoughts. “What do you think, Jay?”
Ugh. Jay is not used to being called “Jay” instead of “K”. “Um, yeah, I was thinking that, too, uh, Brynn,” he says, using her code name.
“I agree-” Dorean begins, but then a sharp voice cuts her off.
“Students! Are you four new students?” A sharp voice calls. “I am Mrs. Aukett, the principal of Purp- er, Penelope Uriel Institute.”
“Hi, Mrs. Aukett!” Bernetta chirps. “I’m Brynn Dyson, this is Irene-”
“I know your names, I have been informed of your arrival,” Mrs. Aukett says, and a shadow seems to pass over her face. Jay sees it, and he understands the double meaning that the spy must have told Purple.
“Oh, okay!” Bernetta smiles cheerfully. “Do we get dorms? Homerooms? I am SO curious about attending these classes, you know? I-”
Mrs. Aukett interrupts her again. “Let’s get inside, now.” She turns and walks towards a large white set of double doors.
Dorean glances at Aaron and Jay, then nods her head forward a little in a “come on” sort of gesture. Jay follows, and Aaron, too, though hesitantly. They walk through hallways and hallways, with classes of students here and there.
“Brynn and Jay will be in Homeroom 9B. 9 for 9th grade, B for the second class.”
Bernetta and Jay exchange looks, then head into the room of people. Distantly, Jay can hear Mrs. Aukett directing Aaron and Dorean to 8A as 8th graders. He scans the room in the dim, slightly flickering lights. In one corner is a pile of desks and chairs, which are all very dusty. They have most likely been untouched for many months. In the center of the room is a giant table of desks put together, with a giant piece of paper on top. On the paper are many scribbles, cross-outs, and a section of a map is put on one quarter. Surrounding the desks is a small group of kids, smaller than Jay had expected.
“This is our Big Plan,” One kid reluctantly tells Jay when they see Jay looking at it. “The letters are capitalized. An official Capital-B Big capital-P Plan. Every classroom has one. Hi, I’m Aelita. Pronouns are she/her.” Aelita offers out her hand.
“Jay,” Jay says quietly, shaking her hand. He points to Bernetta with his other hand. “That’s Brynn, she came here at the same time as me.”
Aelita nods and begins pointing at her classmates. “These are the other 8A kids: Ivanna, Joetta, Sybil, Chris, Walker, Dan, Robert,-”
“Quiet!” The last girl Aelita was about to introduce hisses. “Those newcomers could be anyone! We can’t just tell them our names!”
Aelita rolls her eyes. “Are you perhaps spies from Blue?” She asks Jay with an exaggerated dramatic air. “Or secret monsters?” She lifts her hands, fingers curled into melodramatic claws.
“Uh….no,” Jay smiles. He thinks that Aelita is cool.
“See, Rosemarie? They’re perfectly fine people who are just joining 8A!” Aelita grins at Rosemarie.
Rosemarie does not look happy. “Now they know my name!’ She hisses angrily.
“Alright, students,” a tired-looking teacher emerges from the back of the class. “Keep working on those Blue plans!”
“What are Blue plans?” Bernetta asks, pretending not to know about Purple or Blue. “What are we doing? Is this math? Science?”
“Weee-ell..” The kid called Walker frowns. “It’s a lot to explain, but I’ll show it to you…oh, and my pronouns are they/them, by the way.”
“Okay,” Jay replies.
Walker leads him and Bernetta over to the Big Plan and points to one corner. “Ivanna illustrated everything a newbie would need to know here.” They start explaining everything, and by the end of half an hour, Bernetta and Jay have learned the history of the War again.
“Oh,” is all Bernetta says when Walker is done.
Jay internally admits to himself that Bernetta is excellent at acting.
“Yeah, so…we should work on our Big Plan some more. It’s all we do, every day,” Walker rolls their eyes. “But the principal feels like once all the classrooms make their Big Plans and we put them together, we have a good plan to attack Blue.”
Bernetta sneaks a glance at Jay. He can see what she’s trying to say with her eyes: how do you make plans for the enemy? Jay gives a helpless shake of his head- he doesn’t have any ideas, either-
RING!!!
“Oh, that’s the bell,” The girl called Joetta mutters, and the class disperses into the hallway. The students in the hallway, strangely, aren’t loud and talkative, just quiet and dull.
“We're in the same dorm as Dorean and Aaron, though, so we can go back there every night to report on our findings,” Bernetta pokes their schedules with a finger. “Dorm 26, most dorms have 10-20 people but we’re new so it’s just us four.”
“Nice,” Jay says. He had forgotten when meeting 8A, but he has to disguise himself and be quiet even around his own Spy Squad. Guard ALWAYS up, Jay, he reminds himself.
“Let’s go,” Bernetta urges him, so they walk to the dorm.

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mabshurah

Daily 3/12/2022
fandom TPN
558 words

“G-goodbye, Y/n-n.” A silver-haired boy patted her. He held her close to his chest, gripping tight to her. The 6-year-old couldn't understand what the 15-year-old meant. “W-what's w-wrong, Hikaru-u? W-where a-are you g-going?” Her/His innocent eyes were desperate to understand.
“Promise me you'll escape.” He whispered. His soft gray eyes closed, not letting a single ray of light enter his soul. “I-i w-will.” S/he replied, assuring him. S/he didn't know what he meant, whom to escape from and where. But, went along with his words after all that was his last wish. He had done numerous things for her/him. That was the least she could do for him. S/he didn't know what it would mean to escape. “We've already wasted enough time, Ratri is waiting for you, Hikaru.” A red-haired woman grabbed him. “B-bye,” His voice faded just like Y/n's laugh. Tears rolled down Y/n's eyes.

The ‘garden’ was Y/n's home. Why would Hikaru tell her to escape? It was too overwhelming for a 6-year-old. A few days have passed without Hikaru. When Y/n asks the adults of the garden where Hikaru is, they say his in Lambda. She doesn't know what it means. She has no knowledge about these things. She felt so useless.

“Y/n, come hear.” The same Red-haired called her. Y/n ran to her, hugging her tightly. “You're moving to Gracefield, that will be your new home.” The red-haired told her. “I'm moving to a new home just like Hikaru?” Y/n softly muttered. Y/n frowned, her curled lips formed a smile. “Well, You're moving to a home where Hikaru is just an experiment.” The red-haired mumbled loud enough for Y/n to hear. ‘Gracefield eh? I promised you, Hikaru. I’ll escape, but I don't know yet where or whom to escape from.' Y/n clenched her fist with determination.

* * *

A middle-aged crooked man grinned. “Hikaru, I'm Pe-” “Ratri,” Hikaru glared at him. They both were sitting on a couch across from each other, alone. “I assume you had a reason for keeping me alive, am I correct?” Hikaru spoke with a harsh voice. “You finally lost your innocence, Hikaru. You are now in Lambda. You should know your place. Besides, you should be grateful that I kept them from doing it any further, or else you'd completely lose your humanity.” Peter Ratri threatened him. “Will you keep your promise?” Hikaru's eyes curled up in fear. “Oh that, don't worry! Y/n is safe and sound. You are so loving, it's kind of disgusting. You even came to Lambda instead of her.” Peter Ratri lowered. The only reason he kept Hikaru alive was because of his brother, James Ratri.
* * *
“Welcome to your new home!”
‘Home?’

“Sometimes Memories are the worst form of torture.” - A lonely soul.

Chapter 1 コニー

Conny, a 6-year-old with fair skin and oval-shaped blue eyes. Her two pigtails bounced with her wherever she went. Like others, she wore a white uniform except, for today, she was wearing a black hat with a black cloth. “I'll write a lot of letters,and I'll never forget everyone!” Conny smiled. Her messy bangs bounced with her pigtails. But, of course, she never got the chance to do so. Everybody makes such promises that they never fulfilled. It was just a waste.

Last edited by mabshurah (March 18, 2022 15:08:42)

dolphin_spring_water

18th Main Daily
Fanfic of the Hive series by A J Betts.
521 words

It's been two years since we left the Hive.

I've never quite gotten over the feeling of betrayal. The knowledge that our ancestors, some of them still alive today, had the nerve to hide the existence of an entire world from us is gut wrenching. I almost wish the ones that knew beforehand didn't survive the journey here. Freedom should not come to those who limit it to others.

But regardless of my opinions, we're all still here today, aren't we? It's kind of strange to compare the six hexagonal rooms of white walls and fixated existences, to the thriving, flexible community we are now, with the blue sky stretching above us, so, so much higher than the Hive ceiling had ever been. So far from home.

But no, that place isn't home now. Was it ever, even? I don't know.

I assumed things would get better with freedom, and in a way, they have. I certainly love having the freedom to run all over the land and have at least some choice in the work I do. It's nice not to sleep in bunkers, and it's nice to eat the fruit from the fruit trees and the fish from the sea, and not from the tanks. But the freedom is unnerving.

With so much spare time, what do I even do with life? Where do I even begin? In the Hive we all had a purpose, a job to do, something to serve for in life. Here, we still have that, but it's not as structured or rigid as before. I get time to do what I want now. But what do I want?

All this free time has me thinking. The Hive was such a tiny place, yet it housed a whole civilisation. Who we were to know that there was an entire ocean crashing above us? And now, here we sit and live on this tiny island off the coast. Everything we've ever seen is so… small. What else haven't we discovered yet?

There has to be more. Well, I know there's more. More civilization living on the coast, more land and buildings and everything, just an ocean away. But besides this, what is there? The outside world didn't know about us for years. What don't we still know, now?

I watch the buzz of the bees, pondering this question. Each little creature is it's own person, flitting around and doing it's job, living it's life, just like us really. And then, it goes back to it's hive, crawling in each little hexagonal box. They're shaped like our Hive. Our old home. I trace six of the hexagons in the beehive with my finger, imagining them to be a bird's eye view of the Hive rooms. Then, I glance over to the other side of the beehive, where another bee arrives to deposit nectar in a different group of six hexagons. It almost looks like another Hive; the same shape and everything.

My mind wanders back to the questions from earlier. What else is out there? What am I missing Could it be… could there be…

another Hive?

-AMETHYSTQUEEN-

3.18.22 Daily
(Chapter 6 of a fanfiction I wrote, so you might not fully understand what's going on)
TW: Violence and blood, read at your own risk

I never thought I would ever have to bear witness to what I’m looking at right now. If you’ve told me that I would be here right now, seeing this, I wouldn’t believe you for a second.

And yet, here I am.

Corrin was soaked, and there was blood stained all over her. To top it off, there were pieces of broken glass stuck in her hair.

And Kirby somehow looked perfectly fine, except he was in shock. There wasn’t a scratch on him.

Kirby looked a bit upset for some reason as well. Before Corrin came, he was happy as ever. What happened to him to make him upset?

And my head….ugh. The whole outside was spinning, and it wouldn’t stop. My right wing also had some minor pain, but that didn’t bother me too much.

After a while, Kirby, who Corrin was holding, jumped out of her hands, and ran inside. He didn’t even look at me as he passed. Corrin sighed as the whispers intensified.

“When are you going to explain what happened?” I finally asked her, and the whispers grew even louder.

Corrin sighed again and ran inside. What was going on?

I turned to stare at everyone who was watching the scene unfold.

The whispering suddenly stopped. The smashers just looked at me blankly, apparently too afraid to act. I stared at them for a few moments, before turning to leave.

“What was up with that?”
“You think there’s something wrong with him?”
“What even happened to Corrin? Did someone beat her in a fight?”
“Poor baby Kirby was too scared to care anyway.”
“I thought he was friends with Mr. Mysterious.”
“I thought that too, but not anymore!”
“Just when I was starting to buy Meta Knight’s ‘new’ persona.”
“I don’t think he ever changed, it was just a lie.”
“He was acting it out the whole time.”
“He’s probably getting sick of the baby, and going back to his old ways.”
“I bet he never cared about Kirby in the first plac-”

“SHUT UP!!! ALL OF YOU, JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!” I turned around and shouted. It actually felt nice to yell for once.

They all went pale, and some shrunk down in their seats. I stared at them hard with my eyes red.

“Won’t any of you at least try to not be so nosy for once? No, of course not. You know what you are? A bunch of pathetic children who fight like children and talk like children. And most of all, think like children. None of you even deserve to be here, so why don’t you just lay off?” I snapped at all of them before running back inside.

“Kirby! Corrin! Where are you?” I called out, running all over the place.

Is that how everyone really saw me? The way they described me I sounded like a monster. And I knew that’s how I was…once. I tried to shake the thought off, as I kept running.

I looked everywhere I thought they could be. I looked in Kirby’s room, Corrin’s room, the Smash-Fe, the lobby, the library. But everywhere I looked, they were nowhere to be found.

For some reason, I had the sudden urge to cry. I don’t cry often but the few times I do, it’s always something bad. Were Kirby and Corrin mad at me? I don’t even know what I did….. And my head was killing me.

I found myself back in the lobby, which was vacant besides me. I blinked and looked around, as if I didn’t believe my own eyes. After today, I wished I could say my eyes were betraying me.

After I fully realized I was alone, I ran over to the couch and covered myself with a pillow. My head felt a bit better after doing that. I forced myself not to think about anything, because it would only be painful to me.

After a while, I sat up, feeling a bit better. Corrin and Kirby were definitely mad at me, but I still had no clue why. Corrin said something about me being possessed, but that made no sense. If I was being possessed, I would know about it.

But…. was I being possessed? Was the whole issue because of me? I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I didn’t want to go back to the way I used to be. But most of all, I didn’t want to be a monster. I hated myself when I was like that, and just to think when I started to get better it would all come crashing back down to Earth.

Maybe I was just destined to be like this. I was supposed to be this horrid being who just destroys everything. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t change. The Smashers were right, in a way. And the thought that they, those pathetic children, were right about something made me sick.

I decided then I wasn’t going to go near Corrin or Kirby anymore. It was too risky that something like this would happen again. Plus, I’m sure after a while the two of them will realize their better off without me.

Corrin didn’t seem as bothered by me then Kirby did. Even though she was the one physically injured. Kirby just looked really upset, and to think I was the cause of that. Over the past months I’ve been trying to be nicer to him, to try and make up for how I treated him before. And it made both him and I happy. But now I couldn’t risk that, not for anything. If someone bad happened to Kirby, I wouldn’t know what I would do with myself.

I paused to think about that. Since when did I care so much about Kirby? He’s just another person in the Smash House…or is he? At least he doesn’t bother me like how almost everyone else does, and he’s always nice. He just has a positive aura and he’s amazing to be around. And that face, that cute face…..

I felt myself going red. Why was this happening? I liked Kirby, but just as a friend. Nothing more than that. Or is that another lie I’m telling myself?

“Meta?” A voice out of nowhere suddenly asked. I jumped up and glanced over where the sound came from.

It was Corrin. She looked almost as if nothing had happened to her. She was dry now, and the scar on her face was patched up. Her face was a bit redder than usual, and her eyes were a bit puffy.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Corrin shook her head.

“I know you probably have questions and concerns, but first I need you to come with me.” She stated blankly.

I sighed and shook my head. “Corrin, you don’t understand.” I started. “You shouldn’t be here with me. I’m becoming too dangerous to be around. Please, just go, before I accidentally do something bad.”

Corrin gazed at me, in parcial shock. She walked over towards me and crouched down.

“Hey, it isn’t your fault. You're being too harsh on yourself. I understand if that’s how you feel, but you should know that you weren’t in control of yourself.” She said quietly.

I glanced over at her. “But you don’t understand, if I do something like that again… if I hurt you or Kirby….” I couldn’t finish that sentence since I knew I would just get overemotional.

Corrin put her arm around me. “Don’t think about that, alright? We’re going to figure something out, and you’ll be perfectly fine. Now come, I have to show you something.” She told me.

I took a deep breath to prevent myself from crying and nodded. Corrin smiled, and gestured to me to follow her. I got up and followed her. At first, I had no clue where she was bringing me. But after a while I recognized the path she was taking and I immediately knew where we were going.

Corrin brought me outside, on the balcony overlooking the patio. Both Kirby and Joker were there. Kirby was holding onto a blanket. Joker was sitting there next to him, trying to calm him down.

“Kirby, someone’s here to see you.” Corrin told him, walking over and sitting next to him.

Kirby turned to face Corrin, and she gestured over towards me. Kirby looked back, and his reaction to seeing me was priceless. His eyes were glowing with tears, and the shock on his face was so remarkable.

“Kni-Kni?” He asked softly, as if he didn’t believe his eyes. I slowly nodded and mustered a small smile.

Before I knew it, Kirby ran towards me and gave me a huge hug. I tried to force my face not to go red. Luckily I have my mask on since I failed miserably at that. I also beated my eyes were bright pink.

“Kirby, what happened to you? Why are you crying?” I asked him, breaking the hug, and forcing myself to act normal.

He merely shrugged and grabbed his blanket tighter, and cooed over it some more.

“Kirby hasn’t been talking much since he woke up.” Corrin explained. “He’s just been obsessing over the blanket I wrapped him in.”

“He just hasn’t been acting like himself since he woke up. Corrin and I offered him food and he didn’t even look at it.” Joker added.

That was when I knew this was serious. What could I have done to Kirby that was bad enough to affect him like this?

“But what happened before he woke up?” I dared ask. “Isn’t that what you both are avoiding to tell me? Why don’t you want me to know? I already know it was bad, but I want to know anyway.”

Kirby and Joker glared at Corrin, who went a bit red at that.

“Alright, I’ll tell you. But first I have a question~ Kirby said he immediately came up here after he ran off. He said that he saw you yelling at everyone who was still there.” She explained. “Why?”

I let out a loud sigh. “It’s complicated, alright? You know how everyone is… they love assuming things they don’t know. When a bunch of wrongfully made assumptions come together, they form a massive theory. And just about everyone believes it.” I explained.

Corrin nodded. “That makes sense now, not everyone here is nice.” I saw her quickly look down at that.

“At least we all know what Rosalina and Bayonetta will be talking about tomorrow.” Joker added gloomy.

We all nodded in agreement. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what we woke up to tomorrow morning.

I walked over towards Corrin, trying not to think about poor Kirby. “Now will you explain everything?” I asked.

Corrin sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But this time you're going to believe me, right?” She asked.

I nodded, a bit impatiently.

Corrin quickly tried to give me a summary of everything that happened. She really went into detail, including even little things so I could understand the full picture. When she was finished, I was partially shocked.

“Wow…. I did all of that, in like ten minutes?” I asked.

“Well, more like seven-ish if you think about it, but yeah.” She said.

I looked over at Kirby, who was nervously staring at me through his blanket. He stopped crying but he still seemed a bit upset.

“I’m so sorry,” I started. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen-”

“No, no Meta, please don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault. Mewtwo was possessing you, we all know you wouldn’t do something like that on your free will.” Corrin interrupted.

I didn’t want to say the truth; which was that I used to be like that. I betted Corrin already knew, since Kirby would have complained about it to her… but I don’t like remembering that.

“It’s poyokay Kni-Kni, no wowy now.” Kirby said, and I noticed he was suddenly right next to me. It felt kind of nice, honestly…

“Don’t worry Meta, you could never hurt any of us. Even if Mewtwo tried hard enough. We’re going to think of a solution and everything will be back to normal, I promise.” Corrin reassured me.

I smiled at the three of them. I’m not really used to having much attention, especially if it’s in a caring manner. Nobody ever cared much about me before, so this was pretty new to me.

“Th-Thanks. I really do appreciate it, it’s reassuring to know that at least some people care.” I told them.

Corrin reached over and gave me a hug. I wasn’t sure about that, but I suppose it was fine. Honestly though, Kirby’s a better hugger…

“I know this is hard for you, but we’ll get through it.” She reassured me.

I slowly backed away, and looked at Kirby, who was now snuggling with his blanket on Joker’s lap. If he was annoyed by that, he didn’t show it.

“Corrin says she found some stuff about Mewtwo from Zelda. Maybe it’ll be useful in figuring this out.” Joker added.

“We can only hope that it will.” Corrin said, right before yawning. “Anyway, it’s late. Maybe we should continue tomorrow.”

Joker nodded, and Kirby got up and walked towards me. He was just trotting along carefree. I’m not sure if he was alright, but I didn’t dare ask.

Corrin brought Kirby and I inside and led us upstairs as Joker headed back downstairs to the Smash-Fe. She said she wanted us to be with her, ‘just in case.’

“Were Poyo sweep?” Kirby asked Corrin. I couldn’t help but smile a little at that. Kirby loves sleeping.

“Well since Cloud’s away, you and Meta can stay in there.” She decided.

I glanced over at Kirby, who blinked at Corrin blanky. That’s when I knew there was definitely something wrong. He usually goes out of his way to be with me for whatever reason… I think I made him annoyed somehow.

When we walked in Corrin’s room, I was surprised at how messy it was. There were pieces of broken glass laying on the floor right by the window. I knew it was chaos in here not too long ago, but I thought Corrin might have cleaned up.

“Alright you two, time to sleep. You both had a long day, and you really need it. And when I say sleep, I mean it. Sleep.” Corrin said while glaring at me. Oh well.

Kirby and I waved good night to Corrin before heading into Cloud’s room. He immediately eyed the bed and crashed into it. I wanted to talk to him, but I was at a loss for words.

“Kirby?” I asked. I looked over at him, but he was already asleep. He must be really annoyed with me.

I sighed and laid down next to him. I didn’t want to be annoying, but I still felt bad about whatever exactly I did to bother Kirby.

Maybe tomorrow it will make sense. But for now, I better sleep before Corrin yells at me…

*Flashback, 3rd person POV*

We hear someone off in the distance, slamming a door loudly, and screaming

“Oh no, no, no… Kirby, what happened?” Corrin asked.

Kirby, who was heavily scarred, had a bit of blood dripping from them. He was forcing himself not to cry, but it proved to be difficult.

Corrin went into her drawers and dug for her medical kit. She found it, and sat down in front of Kirby.

“Who did this to you?” She asked, while getting out some lavender oil.

Kirby quietly sighed while trying to look somewhat normal.

“Mea Kni.” He said.

Corrin looked up from spreading the oil on the cotton and slightly groaned.

“Of course. Why should I be surprised?” She stated, a bit annoyed sounding.

Corrin took the cotton and started pressing it over the few scars along Kirby’s face. He flinched a bit at the stin from the oil.

“Try and stay still, okay? It’ll hurt more if you move.” She told him.

Kirby sighed and gave a small nod. Corrin continued slowly rubbing the oil on his scars. After doing that, she started to bandage them.

“There you go. Now maybe try not to get into too much trouble, alright?” She told Kirby.

Kirby sighed and nodded slightly. Corrin smiled at him.

“I don’t understand why most of the Smashers hate you the way they do. You're just so cute and lovable.” She complimented.

“Tanks Co-Co.” Kirby said, and gave Corrin a small hug. Corrin flushed a bit and smiled.

“You know, you and I are kind of the outcasts of the Smash House.” She adds.

Kirby looks up at Corrin. His face goes a bit red, for no obvious reason, and nods.

“You and I will get through it, I’m sure of it. As long as we’re together we’ll be just fine.” She reassures Kirby.

Kirby starts waddling away from Corrin, only turning around to give her one last smile, before setting off. He planned on going to the Smash-Fe since he was in need of comfort food.

While he was walking, he was lost in thought. While thinking about one thing in particular, his face went strawberry red. What Kirby was thinking about, we can only guess.

Suddenly, someone stepped in and tripped Kirby. Since he wasn’t paying attention, he fell. Laughter immediately arose.

“Awww look, poor little baby fell down.” Someone taunted.

Kirby tried to force himself up. He was finally able to sit up. The person who tripped him, Mario, started howling with laughter.

“What happened to your face, creep? Who could have done such a thing? Unless it was your best friend Cowinnnnn-” He joked.

His goons, Sora and Luigi, started cracking up. Kirby ignored them, and started to walk away. Mario noticed and grabbed his paw tight, and pulled him to the ground.

“Not so fast, little baby. You're not getting away this time.” He warned Kirby, before getting ready to punch him.

Kirby sighed, and started inhaling him. Mario screamed as he got sucked into Kirby’s mouth. Kirby spit him out, having obtained a copy ability.

“What are we gonna do now?” Sora whined. Mario picked himself up, and walked over towards Kirby.

“Okay baby, I see how it’s going to be. You wanna play, so let’s play.” He taunted, before raising his fist to punch.

Kirby prepared himself for the impact by creating a fireball, but to his surprise, it never came.

Mario’s hand was jerked back, and he flung to the ground. He looked around to see who did it, but there was no one else there.

“Wh-Who did that? Did one of you two dare do that to your leader???” He asked Sora and Luigi.

The two of them quickly shook their heads, afraid to tick Mario off. He eyed them suspiciously, before moving back towards Kirby.

“Okay, okay. I see you’re playing jokes now. But prank time's over baby. I’m going to get you this time.” He said before raising his fist to punch Kirby again, but someone grabbed his hand.

“Not so fast, loser.” A voice taunted. Mario turned around, only to get punched hard in the face.

Mario’s nose was bleeding badly, as he struggled to stand up. Kirby’s eyes widened, looking around to see who did that.

“Mario, are you alright?” Sora said, bending down to look at Mario. He shook his head.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He quickly said, before pushing himself up off the floor.

“But what about baby over there?” Luigi asked, pointing towards Kirby, who was stunned.

Mario shook his head. “Forget about him, j-just run.” He added, before grabbing the two by the hand and dashing out of the room.

Kirby stood there, assumingly alone, starstruck. He had no clue what just happened, but at least he was fine. He threw off the copy ability, and continued walking towards the Smash-Fe. This time, he almost got there. That is until someone grabbed his paw tightly and stopped him.

Kirby sighed, and turned around to face the person.

“Wat is it Mea Kni?” He asked.

“Why are you such an easy target? You realize people wouldn’t bother you so much if you just toughened up.” Meta Knight asked.

Kirby closed his eyes as if he wished he wasn’t there. He didn’t want to answer, but he knew what would happen if he didn’t. He thought hard for a moment, before shrugging.

He then turned to leave until Meta Knight grabbed his paw again.

“I’m not letting you leave until you give me an answer.” He told Kirby.

Kirby groaned and tried to flinch away. But Meta wasn’t letting go.

“Poyo no know, poyokay?” Kirby shot back.

Meta merely shook his head. “If you really don’t know, then you need help. Maybe I need to give you another lesson on what it means to obtain and use power correctly.” He added.

Kirby gasped and furiously started shaking his head. He just wanted to eat, he was craving food right now. He tried his best to squirm away, but every attempt he failed miserably.

“Someone isn’t always going to be around to protect you Kirby, you’re better off learning how to fend for yourself.” Meta added.

At that, Kirby’s face went the same shade of red as it did earlier. He didn’t intend to let that happen, but it did. He immediately felt his face burn, and he decided that there was no way he was going to fight. Kirby, once again, attempted to walk away but it was no use.

“Why don’t you want to fight me, coward?” Meta shot back at Kirby.

Kirby just blinked and went redder. He tried and tried to squirm away, but it was pointless. After a while, Meta caught on. He let go of Kirby, and immediately pushed him onto the floor.

It caught Kirby by surprise, and he wasn’t ready to react. Meta took advantage of that, and pulled out Galaxia, which immediately started sparking with electricity.

“Next time around, you’ll think before you refuse to fight.” He said, raising Galaxia up high.

Kirby, who was still laying down, tried to defend himself. He still refused a fight. Whatever he did, it didn’t work.

After a while, Kirby started screaming.

*End of Flashback, back to normal*

I immediately jumped up with a start.

I looked around, panting like crazy, not knowing what happened. I must have just had some painful memory, that’s all. Yesterday must have really pushed my mindset in the wrong direction. Hopefully today will be fine…

I tried to calm myself down, since it was pointless being worked up over something stupid.

“Kni-Kni poyokay?” A voice suddenly asked. I jumped up even more.

It was just Kirby. I had forgotten he was right next to me. He was sleeping, but his eyes were slightly open.

“Y-Yeah, I’m all good.” I quickly reassured him. Kirby gave a slight nod before sitting up.

I remembered how he was acting last night. He seemed off then, and now he seemed fine.

“Kirby, what was going on with you last night? You seemed… distant.” I asked. Kirby let out a huge sigh.

“Poyo poyokay, Kni-Kni. Poyo just….” He paused, and thought for a moment. As he thought, his face went slightly red.

“Poyo fine.” He quickly added.

I eyed Kirby very closely. He clearly wasn’t fine, but there was something on his mind. If only I knew what, then maybe I could help him.

Out of nowhere, Kirby’s stomach grumbled loudly. His eyes widened at that. I couldn’t help but smile a little at that.

“C’mon, let’s go get something to eat.” I told him. Kirby looked at me for a moment and nodded.

He jumped out of the bed, and ran into Corrin’s room, probably to wake her. I took my time to slowly get up.

Maybe Corrin was right, she would figure something out. Everything would be fine. Kirby would be safe, Corrin would be happy, and I don’t have to worry so much.

Maybe even after all this I could figure something out with Kirby…. He seemed to be hiding something from me. Maybe if I tried hard enough I could get him to tell me.

Everything would be fine in time…. right?

———-
A whooping 4,205 words for the ebik Amy and the pog Thriller cabin :>
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March 18 Main Cabin Daily

Fanfic of: Steven Universe (I know the majority of fanfics I write are about Steven Universe, but IDK there's just a lot of stuff to write about)
(I technically didn't write this today, it was something that I previously wrote but it's still unfinished)

The other spinel

A byproduct. That’s who she was. Waste, residue, unwanted. Weeping in the corner of the abandoned rocky hollow they called a “kindergarden”. Whatever it was. 7000 years passed like turtle after turtle, without anything happening. She brushed her fingertips across the heart-shaped pink stone that sat neatly in the center of her abdomen. She remembered that day exactly.

A peridot and an agate. One was green, the other blue. They bore diamond symbols. The peridot remarked “There’s two of them. Let’s see which one’s better.” The agate pointed at the pink gem with the navel gemstone. “Show me what you’ve got.” She immediately leapt forwards, and stretched her arms to coil them into all sorts of wiggly shapes. She made a funny face and skipped in a circle. The agate pointed at the other gem, the one with a perfectly heart-shaped chest gemstone. “Your turn.” After an agonizingly long time of watching that other gem perform, the peridot spoke. “Chest-gem should be better. She’s perfect. Flawless. Her gem shape is a rounded heart. However, the navel gem’s gem is a squashed heart shape. Very close, but as to who makes a better spinel… Chest gem. Just because her cut is perfect.” It was then that the navel gem learned she was a spinel. The agate ordered “Navel Spinel. Go to the corner and stay there. I don’t want to see you anywhere else, FLAWED spinel.” The two left with the supposedly better spinel.

How was she imperfect? Over the years, she had named herself “Heartbreak”. She considered it suitable for two reasons. One, she was heartbroken when she didn’t get chosen. Two, it had to do with her form. She was pink all over. She had long, curly pigtails and a cropped top that supposedly looked like pink diamond’s, from what she heard. Drapey long harem trousers that seemed like both pants and a skirt adorned her legs. Ballerina slippers and a headband with a heart in front completed her look. From her many years entertaining herself, she learned how to rotate her gem. From right-side up to upside down. Her form changed considerably when she did. First of all, her pants turned into a skirt that was longer in the back. The poofy sleeves of her top extended longer. Her ballerina slippers became knee-length heeled boots. And the heart on her headband- well, that split cleanly vertically in half, leaving a gap in between the two halves while it still sat on her forehead.

A twinkly-sounding noise broke her reverie. What was it? It sounded familiar… Then it occurred to her. A warp! That’s what it was. She could’ve left! But who was coming? She quickly rotated her gem the right way up.

From around a corner in a sheer cliff, there stepped out a very familiar figure. Pink like her, with a heart-shaped chest gem… But somehow she had changed. Heart shaped buns now bushy pigtails, her white top now dark pink, her squeaky shoes now pointed boots, three lines extending from beneath each eye… and her gem was upside down. Heartbreak wanted to cry. The friendly companion that abandoned her. The traitor. But was she traitorous? She came back, after all.

The changed spinel ran towards Heartbreak and hugged her, exclaiming “Twinsies! I’ve missed you sooooo much, so much I couldn’t help but visit you! You know, I never thought you were flawed. You were unique.” Heartbreak carefully untangled herself from the triple-hug that coiled all around her. “But why did you abandon me? Leave me in this barren hollow for 7000 years? You betrayed me, fellow spinel. You betrayed me. I waited and waited! There was nothing I could do! So look at me. I’m a trashy byproduct nobody wants! And you? Partying with your GLORIOUS diamond every single day? Trying on the latest appearance modifiers and styling each other’s hair? I’m jealous, that’s what’s bugging me. Call me Heartbreak, you broke my heart. And it’s never getting mended again. Scarred, that’s what I call it. So what’s YOUR excuse?”

Surprisingly, the other spinel didn’t look surprised at all. She didn’t look insulted either, strangely enough. “I’ve been through more than you think.” She admitted. Heartbreak argued “Of course you have! You can’t go through much if you’re just sitting in a barren hollow thinking about just how much injustice you’ve been through!” The spinel continued “If you’re going by Heartbreak, call me Spinel. Yes, I know. I’ve been through more. Happy times, but also sad times. Loneliness. Pink Diamond only played with me for 1000 years, and left me in a garden for the remaining 6000. Left for this distant planet called earth and started a rebellion there as a ‘rose quartz’. I just stood there, believing I was playing a game of waiting! Of course I wondered if she was going to return. Then there goes this broadcast by some organic named Steven, who…” Spinel talked on and on. The sun rose and fell several times as more and more information piled onto Heartbreak, who realized she wasn’t as unfortunate as she thought she was. She liked the idea of the Crystal Gems. She was glad that Homeworld changed their ways, because it would mean she could finally join into society and not be alone. She understood things she never knew existed, things that were even further than her occasional flights of fancy would take her. Most of all, what astounded her was the feeling of KNOWING something. She knew and understood. That was something she couldn’tve done alone.

Days passed. Spinel was still detailing the exact things that had happened so far on every single planet. When she was finally done, she gasped and went to lean on a wall. Heartbreak asked “Tired? Here, I know a perfect place.” Holding both of Spinel’s hands, she walked around several corners. Then, they arrived. A milky-colored pool of water with rivulets of steam twirling out of it. Heartbreak said “Join me in this ‘hot spring’, would you? It’s all natural groundwater. It came out when this place was made, and it’s been noted for its relaxing properties.” She went into the water and leaned against a rock. Cautiously, Spinel put a finger into the water. Then, she tremblingly put a leg in after the other. The warm ripples wrapped around her as she sat down and groaned. Then, a moment later, she fell asleep holding onto Heartbreak.

Days later, Spinel was giving Heartbreak a tour of Homeworld. They just happened to pass by a patch of bare land when Heartbreak felt a sudden urge to turn her gem upside down. She focused her energy, and she easily swapped forms. Spinel exclaimed “Oh my stars, you can do that too!” Heartbreak shrugged “I don’t know, I figured it out myself. Anyway, continue the tour, would you?” However, Spinel was completely engrossed in her form. A few moments passed before Spinel extended her arms and triple-hugged Heartbreak. A shocked Heartbreak triple-hugged Spinel back. A trembling glow from their gems enveloped them two…

Two arms. Two legs. There were four of each a moment ago. The massive amalgam rose to her full height on her new legs. From their new mouth, a single voice spoke. “But… Did I just fuse with you? No, you fused with me? I fused with me? What? This doesn’t make sense… Oh wait, we fused!” Unbalanced because of their new height, she slowly limped over to a decorative mirrored wall. Studying her own reflection, she gasped.

Lengthy pink pigtails reached her ankles. Pink pointed puff sleeves. A puffy pink dress. A pink silky scarf that dangled from her arms. Two sparkling gems, both upside down. Slightly heeled sparkling magenta platform boots. Then with a bit of effort, both of her gems turned right-side up. Their form remained the same. Upside down. No change. Right side up. No change. Then, she tried to just rotate one. It wouldn’t turn. With a puff of dust, the two components landed on the floor. Heartbreak shrugged “Maybe both have to turn at once?” Spinel laughed “That was fun! What should we name that fusion?” Heartbreak suggested “Cherry Spinel?” Spinel shrugged “Sure, why not.”

A loud chanting grabbed their attention. It came from this platform floating in the sky. Attention piqued, the two coiled their legs into a spring and leapt up. Landing on the edge of the platform, they realized that it was a large amphitheatre. Seats circled in rings getting smaller as they went down. And at the very bottom, a pale blue agate. The one Heartbreak recognized. She clenched her fists at the very sight of her. However, Spinel saw and said “Yes, I know of all the injustice you’ve been through, but Holly Blue Agate is a changed gem now. She kept apologizing to me for not choosing you, but she couldn’t pick up the courage to apologize to you. Well, let’s see what she’s up to, shall we?” Heartbreak loosened her hands and followed Spinel around the edge.

In a booming voice, Holly Blue announced “To all the gems in the audience, welcome! Welcome to the annual Duel of the Finest! Carefully arranged by the permanently glorious Yellow Diamond, a series of challengers have volunteered!” Spinel gasped “The Duel? I forgot it was today! I’ve wanted to watch this every year but I always forget which day it’s on! Anyway, we’re here, so let’s watch those so-called challengers beat each other to poofing, shall we?” Heartbreak shrugged “Why not?” The two found seats in the amphitheatre and sat down.

Holly Blue continued “The first two contestants! Contestant 1, Crimson Carnelian!” A red gem with a pointed nose gem and floofy hair entered the base of the amphitheatre. The audience cheered. Holly Blue continued “Contestant 2, Hexagonal Emerald!” A green gem with a hexagonal gem on the top of her head and very long legs entered. Holly Blue stepped aside. She announced “On your marks, get set… go!” The two gems fought each other. The center of the amphitheatre was filled with the grating noise of swords hitting each other.

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mintiRante

The death of-
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At the banquete, where usually there were marriages and balls, a children’s party took it’s happening. Mr. Becker was a young successful businessman, who was celebrating his daughter’s 5th birthday.It was utter chaos. Cake sat on the wooden floors. When the kids picked it up, to eat it, the stuck forest-green frosting made it look as if mould had grown all over the floor. The dazzling white walls were covered with crayon markings. Yes, this place was quickly festering.
I thought none of it would be my concern, as I was to just keep an eye out for anyone out of the guest list. I was the security guard. My name is Luise.
Everything was going perfect, how did no one notice what had gone wrong? Brittany, Mr. Becker’s daughter, had been… murdered. It was discovered after most of the guests left. And I wouldn’t blame them. How in the world are you supposed to find one child in a 20 feet dance floor (length and breadth) which is filled with 40-50 kids? Where the corpse of the little girl, ugly, but just as innocent, lay dead, everyone was worried. Not for the little girl’s death, but for how it might impact their jobs. You see, Mr. Baker was the dictator of the town in a way. All the schools, colleges, apartments, and houses were built by him. If anything was to be a threat to him, he would shut down education, lock people in their houses, and wait ‘till they have “learned their lessons”. I was worried the most for this. All of my education has been free given by, you guessed it, Mr. Becker. And he would take full advantage of this to solve the murder of his daughter. He approached me. I knew he was going to ask me to solve this murder. If i was to fail, he would make me his slave. I feel like I am under exaggerating this.
“Luise-” He began. I cut him off;
“Understood”
With that two-word conversation, I immediately left to the security cameras. Before checking them, I took a breath, stopped, and began to think. Why did she die- no. What killed her? I began to think of the possibility that maybe, someone attacked her with their weapon, then realised that there were no marks of wounds on the corpse. No one would be this determined to kill a little girl to get the weapons past security without being noticed. Then, the second easiest option would be drugs. The kind that kills you after inhaling it. Or swallowing, I don’t know poison. There is one kind that might have killed her, rosary pea. Not your average poison filled cherry-red plant, The stuff that is exclusive only in WindDale.
It is known for making the corpse of the consumer red after 6 hours of death. Children, like Brittany, are likely to be mistaken these for berries and consume them for their saccharine scent. I mean, Mr. Becker has a factory that sells this plant to who-knows-where for who-knows-what. He also brings these products to his home to try to lessen down the effects of this plant. If I were to be wrong; he would definitely murder me. I thought to prepare myself for if she didn’t die from eating these plants.
Upon opening up the cameras, I saw something that could never be forgotten. A ghastly figure of a little, ugly girl- about the age of five, staring directly towards the camera. I gulped. No, this can’t be happening. Ghosts don’t exist… r i g h t ?
Up from my chair I got, sprinting away. Where to? I had no idea. It started to rain. I ambled, still filled with this tension and anxiety. I then heard a little whisper inside my ear. “Walk slowly… you fall…” I made nothing out of it, and continued walking. BAM!! I slipped. I tried my best to get myself together, and told myself It was just a coincidence, but I just couldn’t shake this feeling off that someone, or something, was following me. I decided to run for it. I kept running and running, until I found myself two towns away from home. I finally felt at ease. I decided to stay here for a while, before jumping towns once again. This would keep the ghost of Brittany for a while.. Yes, this was the best plan. I checked my pockets for any money I had. Just $50 from when I had cashed out earlier that day. They should have paid me before the shift. I mean, it’s not like I was going to run off to another town at the time of this mon- ah… With that out of the way, I started to think about what to do. Currently I could think of.. nothing. I was hungrier than ever. In front of my eyes, there was a calming coffee shop. I was a little spooked about this, considering that my boyfriend had told me about how ghosts see what was going on inside your mind and manipulate that information into falling right into their trap. I was a little ambivalent to go there at first, but when I saw a family of 5 go in, I got a little comfortable going in. Thankfully, it wasn’t a type of ghost trap that would kill me instantly as I got in. I ordered a donut, and a coffee, checked the time; It was 10:03. This would soon be an Important detail- then began to think once again. What should I do to survive tonight? It’s not like I could just go and ask people for a place to stay- I don’t know where I am myself! I could get a job, but even so, I will most probably need to jump towns in less than 10 days. Gosh, how am I going to survive? Just then, a young, soft voice interrupted my peaceful philosophy session.
“Pardon, sir, but you seemed quite stressed.. Anything you want to get off your chest?”
“No I just… need someplace to work at..” As soon as the words slipped my mouth, I asked myself, Why did I say that?
“I mean, it’s not that big of a deal..!”
“Oh.. I understand. Well, soon enough, I would have to shut this shop and look for a job.”
“Hmm?” I began to inquire “What do you mean? This place is lovely!”
“Yes, that is true, but this place gets hard to maintain alone. Every morning, waking up and watering these plants, baking fresh donuts..It gets frustrating over time.”
“…So you bake fresh bakes everyday… What happens to the leftovers?”
“Ah! They are usually given to the homeless.”
“Seriously?”
The lady looked confused, and a little tempered; “Um.. what- what’s wrong with that?” She grew furious by the second.
“Your shop could have been a lot more crowded if you were to make good use of that food” First person I’ve met who doesn’t expect me to pass all the time in quite a while, and I argue with them regarding nothing too serious. What a social butterfly I am.
“Wh- what do you even mean-? If you don’t respect my opinion, keep your’s to yourself and leave!” She stomped while walking in a march-like fashion, opening the door to her shop with one hand, and pointing out with her other. How ill-tempered of her, she should control her temper, much like me. I took my donut and coffee, and left. Muttering and mumbling, I found myself empty handed. I had left my last $50 stranded in that shop. I didn’t want to go there once again.. Last time.. just get my money, not to talk or argue, and leave. With that sketch of the plan in my mind, I briskly went in. Realising that the shopkeeper- should I even call her that- was no longer in the main part of the shop, I even stole a cinnamon bun. They would go to waste anyways. Or so I thought. I saw a clocktower in the distance. It felt like the perfect late 90’s movie set-up. You know, the kinds of movies that showed traditionally dressed people with umbrellas and what-nots and the main character would wear aesthetically pleasing shades of brown- preferably a beret and a checker-patterned top with a plain sweater. Sure, they have invaded 90 percent of the world in the past, but Britishers have a good sense of fashion. The clock on the clocktower showed the time as 9:56… was it not 10:03 just now? I thought not to much about it, and realised I had the rest of the day to myself- no expectations, no work, no solving-a-dead-kid’s-murder-while-being-chased-by-her-ghost. Ah… the best feeling in the whole world. I sat down by the entrance of a dark alley, not wanting to even think about what might be going on inside. I started doing what I loved the most- thinking without any particular aim in my mind. Of course, I was curious about that dark alley. Of course. Those apartments look familiar.. are they not the same as my boyfriend’s apartment? They do have that same vintage railing look. I began to get a mixed feeling between curious, confusion and excitement.
I took a step towards the apartment. The sound of the newspaper boys yelling across the street was muffled in a barely noticeable amount. Barely, but still noticeable. I thought not too much of it- again- and rested my foot on the hard concrete just in front of its neutral position. The background noise was now muffled to quite the noticeable degree. Ten steps ahead, and now everything was quite. I did not notice this at that time, but even the sound of the birds just beside me was unheard. One last step, and I would be at his house. Upon taking that step, everything was so silent, that it became loud. Not able to bear that pain, I curled up into a ball of break-down, and everything started disappearing that was in front of my eyes. I began to run, but it felt like my ears were starting to bleed, so I stopped for a second before covering my ears- even though it didn’t help much- and began to briskly walk. I almost made it out, but was covered within the blanket made out of nothingness, turning everything into nothing that was stuck inside of it. But I didn’t. I was confused and horrified.but i was even more when upon a hoarse, high-pitched scream the nothingness turned white.
“H-hello!?” It was the person who shrieked. Yes, it was the same voice. I turned to get a glimpse of the person. It was the same shadowy figure which I saw while solving Brittany’s murder. In other words, this was Brittany.
“Hello.” I tried to keep my cool. Brittany wanted to say something, but couldn’t as her mouth moved, but no sound came. She then lifted her left arm towards me.
“What’s this?” I looked closer. Upon examining, it seemed as if a scar that was left by a needle. I thought. Why would there be a scar on this child’s left arm? Brittany didn’t get any sort of vaccine lately, so- Then, it clicked to me.
“Your death” I said. “It wasn’t an accident, was it?”

Hi! Writer- aka mint here! just to clarify- all the grammatical errors and typos are not found by me yet! So, in case any are visible, please inform me :)

A-Sad-Invention

Danger in the East - A WIP Countryhumans Fanfiction

Trigger Warning: Current Events, violence, war.

“We have reached no ceasefires, ma'am.”
Ukraine was devastated by these words.
The war has been going on for eight years now. She thought Russia would be satisfied with Crimea. Wrong. And now his troops are getting closer and closer. He also weakened her with the nightly bombing. He claims he only targets military bases. But he has killed many civilians already. The economy is decreasing as well, and she felt like she was going to crumble down there and then.
But obviously, she couldn't.
She would never go down without a fight. And she had to stay strong for her citizens. She had to continue reassuring them, even when she doubts her words.
Ukraine distantly remembered the earlier days. When her brother was kinder to her, when they were a family with Belarus and Kazakhstan. That was far before. She wish it was still that way.
In the end, she will win. She'll win against Russia. He would never defeat her.
Or so she told herself.
–
“We have reached no ceasefires, sir.”
Russia barely spared a glance to the reporting official. Of course, why would there be a ceasefire? He never expected there to be one. And there will never be one until Ukraine yields her land to him.
All according to plan, he supposed. He goes on with the invasion, and soon his sister will just be another piece of land. Why should he ever care about her feelings? Power is more important. Much more.
The citizens believe he is the greatest country and most powerful; America was just attacking them through Ukraine, and Russia was protecting them. Some others believe Russia is trying to “de-Nazify” Ukraine. Ha. That's what they should believe, anyway. Although it was just another of his propaganda. Better to let them believe falsely than have them rise up against him.
Talking about resistance, there were some the other day. Obviously, he destroyed them with ease. They were all imprisoned. Well, it was their own fault for not submitting to their dictator.
He will triumph in the end. The world will be his.
–
A certain country suspects he is being watched.
Taiwan looks around the office in paranoia. He had been extremely, maybe overly careful these days. He could tell his brother wanted his land. He knew that with the attack on Ukraine, China would assume he has the right to attack Taiwan. Which is, obviously, wrong. But others' opinions don't affect him. So Taiwan is paranoid these days about an attack. Somehow, even America's promised aid doesn't help him much.
He knew that he owned microchips and many other things that everyone would surely want. But China is the one who isn't afraid to seize the country to take his products. He wouldn't be afraid to use force.
And it was a good reason for paranoia.
–
China examined the map, calculating the approximate amount of military loss if he attacked Taiwan. Not enough to destroy his entire airforce or navy. He’ll also have some missiles and nukes left. How wonderful. It just makes him even more tempted to launch an attack on Taiwan at that moment. But, of course, he had to wait. For the right moment. Taiwan’s weakest time and place.
When he does conquer Taiwan, the land ownership will immediately transfer to China. He’ll have an even larger industry. He’ll be in control of the entire world’s economy, and no one will dare question his authority.
He couldn’t wait.
–

kittengirlliza

18 daily
Katty was walking home from school. She was going past the primary school, where children learned, when she spotted an orange ball. Katty picked the ball up and looked at it. There was pulsing orange light inside it. “It's cute.” -Katty thought. Katty looked for whom this ball might belonged to, but there was noone at the school yard. Lessons had already ended for children. Katty already wanted to put the ball in her bag when she heard a voice: “Hi! My name is Kory. Give this back, please.” - a boy said behind Katty. She turned back. “But how can you prove it's y….” - Katty said, but suddenly stopped. She saw a big robot, a “tobot” behind the boy.
Katty didn't say anything. She turned and ran. She ran straight to her home and inside. The car rode past Katty's house and away.
Katty went into her flat. She was relieved that the tobot didn't get her. Katty mother was at work today. Katty took the shining ball out of her bag again. She thought: “Tobots are meant to save the city from bad robots. But tobots are always too late.” Katty's dad's car was broken because of bad robots. Tobots weren't useful, and Katty was angry because of this.
After Katty did all her homework, she decided to walk outside. Everything was peaceful until Katty slammed into a car door that somehow opened. She realized that this cat was the tobot that chased her this day. “Give that mind core back.” - the car said. “Too late!” - Katty said, laughing. - “I already took it home.”
Then Katty heard her friend, Caleb, calling: “Hi, Katty!” She was very happy he came! The car closed its door and Katty thought: “I hope Caleb didn't see me.” Katty walked with Caleb and they chatted.
When Katty went into her flat, she was very anxious. Katty hid the shining ball in her bag, hoping that her mum won't see it.
Next day, Katty woke up and looked out of the window. Luckily, that day was sunday and she didn't have to go to school. There were bikerbots and some other bad robots. They were tossing cars and doing other strange and harmful things. Katty took the bag with the shining ball and went outside. She hid behind a tree to see the bikerbots better. Suddenly, a brave idea came into Katty's head. She ran near the bikerbots, waved the shining ball and shouted in a happy tone: “Hey! I have a tobot thingy! If you dare, come and get it!”
Katty ran along the street, bikerbots after her. Of course, they rode faster than she ran, so after some time, one bikerbot grabbed Katty. She wanted to scream, but looked up and saw that blue tobot standing right in front of them. “Hey, I knew you were evil!” - the tobot said.
Katty fell of a motorbike and hurt her leg a lot. While she was laying on the ground, Kory took the shining ball. “I didn't mean any bad! I was just trying to help!” - Katty thought.
When the street got empty, Katty slowly went to the nearest bench, limping. When Katty went home, her mum asked her: “Oh, dear! What happened?” - “A boy pushed me when I wasn't looking.” - there was some truth in Katty words. ]551

coolgirl100-

Daily 18:589 words
Fanfiction: Harry Potter but it's strange

Picture the scene: it is the eighteenth of March two-thousand an twenty-two. So basically today. A child with a hot temper confident strides strides into the Ministry of Magic and nearby that big fountain with those brand-spanking new statues on top if it. Then a man in purple wizard's robe comes over and says:
"What are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here.“
The child whips around and gives the man a killer stare.
”I am supposed to be here.“
”Don't talk back to me!“ replies the man.
”But that's how conversation works.“
The man didn't say anything.
”And if you're saying that I shouldn't be here it would be fair if I say that you should be at work, Mr Granger-Weasley.“ Said the child.
”Wait, how do you know my name!!?“ The man seemed to had found his voice again.
”Because.“ replied the child.
”Okay then. I came here because I just need to have a word with a colleague.“ Mr Granger-Weasley said reluctantly. ”What are you doing here?“
”I am here to warn the people-magic people that one thousand dragons are coming for revenge.“
Mr Granger-Weasley sighed.
”That's not a reason.“
”Adults only believe reason if it's boring.“
”Not all of them!“
”Then why don't you believe me?“
”Oh.“
”Look, I have no time to lose. I've got to warn the Minister about the dragons's revenge because nobody's really nice to them. If don't, the dragons will take us at surprise and we wouldn't be ready for it.“explained the child.
”Okay, but can I ask you a question?“ asked Mr Granger-Weasley.
”Sure.“ replied the child
”How do you know this?“ said Mr Granger-Weasley.
The child explained.
”Okay then." said Mr Granger-Weasley.
So the dragon-boy went to the lifts, got into a lift, and zoomed all the way down to the Minister's office. When he got there, he walked up to the door and knocked.
Knock knock knock.
“Come in.” said the Minister inside her office.
The dragon-boy walked into the room and with immaculate politeness and his most deadly killer stare, said:
“Greetings, Mrs Granger-Weasley. I had just wanted to let you know that one thousand dragons are coming for revenge.”
Mrs Granger-Weasley looked at the dragon-boy sternly and said: “Is this a joke?”
“I assure you. It is not. Why should it be?” said Dragon-boy
“Because it is ridiculous.”
“Why would it be ridiculous?”
“Because it very not likely to happen.”
Dragon-boy nodded subtly.
“Well, when you think about it, it would be likely. People always assume things are unlikely because it goes outside the category of ‘same-old’ and ‘boring’. Humans have always been stealing things from dragons, slaying dragons, doing horrible things to dragons, and overall bullying dragons. If you were in that situation, you would want to do something that'll make humans regret it all, right? Dragons are currently in that position. So what they wan to do is get all the everyone together and attack take the humans by surprise and attack them all. It is a very dragon-like thing to do.”
Mrs Granger-Weasley thought for a moment, then she said:
“Well, I guess that'll be likely thing. But how exactly do we know it's true?”
“Ah.” said Dragon-boy. “Well, you see, I am actually a dragon who used lots of his magic to transform into a boy to tell you.”
And with that, he managed to transform back into a dragon.
And at that moment, a loud roaring noise echoed from the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Last edited by coolgirl100- (March 18, 2022 19:40:52)

IvyCreations

Daily March 18
WC: 698

July 7, 8:09 P.M.

Madeleine Mulder stood in the kitchen of her parents’ apartment with her arms crossed on her chest. Her baby brother, William, was sitting in his high chair, babbling off and on about something unintelligible- which made sense, because he was just a baby after all.
However, at this moment, Madds was steaming mad.
“Where have you been?” She screamed at her mother, Dana Scully, who was the parent she had most certainly inherited her passionate anger when someone did something dumb from. “I haven’t seen you for two days. Two days, Mom!”
“Would you believe us if we said aliens?” Fox Mulder, her father, said, coming in the door behind Scully.
“Yes, Dad!” She screamed, and started to cry. “Of course I would believe you. You know I would. I’m just so mad that I haven’t seen you in two days! You should have brought me with you! I could have helped.”
“Hey, honey…” Mulder drew Maddy closer to her. “At least now you know why we nicknamed you Madds, huh?”
Maddy laughed and cried at the same time. “I hate you so much right now.”
“Yeah, I hate you too.”
Mulder rested his chin on her head. Like Scully, Madeleine was a short girl. He ran his fingers through her hair gently, a father comforting his daughter.
“I know you want to come with us, but it’s too dangerous.”
“When has anything ever been too dangerous for me, Dad? I broke my arm six times before I was eleven. Granted, I haven’t done it since, but… please let me come with you?”
Scully’s eyes met Mulder’s.
They both grinned.
“I suppose that, if Reyes was free, she could watch William…”
“And then Madds could come with us.”
Scully smiled softly, though her smile turned serious when she turned to face Maddy. “You have to be very, very careful, Madds. There are things out there, things that-”
“I know. I read the LGM.”
“She might be crazier than I am.” Mulder said, ruffling her hair.
Maddy shot him a death glare. “I just brushed it. Don’t you dare.”
“All right, all right, backing off.” He held his hands up in surrender.

July 8, 5:01 A.M.

“Okay, where are we headed?” Maddy inquired, sitting in the backseat of her Mom’s car. “I hope to the LGM, because I really, really want to meet Langly in real life.”
“Someone’s got a crush.” Mulder teased. Maddy rolled her eyes.
“Why does everyone abbreviate everything nowadays?” Scully asked, pressing on the brakes. The car came to a slow but sure stop in the FBI garage.
“Now, technically you shouldn’t be here…” Mulder began, and Maddy spotted him holding a bag of sunflower seeds- because when wasn’t he?
“But when has that ever stopped you, Mulder?” Scully unbuckled and Mulder chuckled.
“All right, out we go.” Mulder attacked Maddy with a tickle, and she giggled uncontrollably as she tumbled out of the car.
Maddy pushed her glasses back up on her face as she followed her parents into their office. She had never actually been here before, which surprised her considering she’d been in existence for fifteen years.
Also, her Dad had died at least three times over the time he’d worked on the X Files, so she thought she deserved to see at least what he had been working on for so many years.
The moment she opened the door she snickered. She saw everything her Dad had had there when he’d met her Mom, never removed. The “I want to believe” poster with the ufo, the pencils stuck in the ceiling from when her Dad, bored, had thrown them up there, the gazillions of newspaper articles and pictures- all stuff that no one had ever bothered to remove.
Maddy loved it all.
Wrapping her arms around both of her parents’ shoulders- a feat, considering Mulder’s stature and her shortness- and smiled.
“I think this is the start of a great adventure.”
Scully embraced her as Mulder went around the desk and pulled a file from the filing cabinet. “Are you ready for your first x-file?”
“Always.” She said, a glint in her eyes.

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daily. march 18
508 words

You’ve just exited the store, carrying all the items you’ve just purchased. A biker swerves around you just as you’re outside, nearly knocking you over. The store is located on the corner of the street, just a couple blocks away from your house, where you plan to drop off your stuff before hanging out with your friends. But today, that doesn’t happen as planned.
You step onto the road, humming to your favorite song, oblivious to everything going on behind you. You’re almost to the middle of the crosswalk when sudden blaring noises from the cars begin to sound, like warning signs. An explosion from behind you blows you face down on the asphalt, spilling out the things in your hands and throwing your backpack out in front of you. It skids to a halt a couple feet away, and you make a move toward it. You jerk you hand back as the debris cluttering the air thuds right where you were. Everything has come as a complete surprise, as your headphones had shielded you from the commotion. You yank them out by the cord, but your hearing is slightly muffled. You gaze upward, seeing a mixture of smoke, ash, trash, and parts of the brick building that exploded, tumbling down, seconds from nailing you in the face. Sound has come back to life, and the craziness is honking car horns, which are becoming louder in the instant. Somewhere in the back of your head, your mind is warning you of the dangers that surround you—racing cars, falling debris, fire. But you know you can’t get away from it all fast enough. Either the section of bricks will encase you, or the car will run over you, or both. You know you have to move now, otherwise you are never getting away. The lights from the vehicle blind your eyes, and you hold your hands up to your face, trying to block it out and protect yourself. Just as you are about to collide, something picks you up a second before what would have been your doom. You feel the warm wind buffer you, your stomach not liking the sense of being high. Maybe you scream, because the person sets you down. You realize you must have been flying—or in the air. When you open your eyes again, you take in the disaster that had formed around you. All your belongings are gone, but you’re alive—a bit scraped up and shaken, but alive. Thanks to…whoever or whatever it was.
Getting up, you see a flash of red and blue, a figure fleeing, possibly the one that plucked you from the street. How could they have pulled off such an amazing stunt? You wished you had remembered more of what they looked like, or where they came from. If only you had not been so absorbed in what you were doing, you could have reacted quickly enough. And what hero doesn’t stick around enough for a thank you? With this, you are forever in debt of the mysterious person.

jamient

thread 3 - continuation of my previous threads
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=58#post-6104582 previous

(+540) daily 3/18

He always smells like smoke. Every single time he's around, it's always the same symphony - hah, that's an ironic term - of memories that come rushing back. The almost-clean smell of wood smoke, the burning of a forest around a small hot-dog van. Then there's the stench of revolution and gunpowder, a final shot in a duel that cost a life. Then there's more explosions, an election, the shock of defeat, and then there's more smoke. They're in the ravines now, a dying man and his little brother, and the brother can smell the cigarettes that he's smoking. This smoke is bitter, acidic burning on his tongue, but there's nowhere for it to go. They used to have a nation, and now they had a series of caverns that lack the proper ventilation for the smoke to escape. Then there's the sound of dynamite shaking the ground, and all that's left of their nation is a smoking hole and a dead brother.

All of which still smell horrendously like smoke.

Now both of them, the boy and his dead, newly revived, brother are walking a familiar path, the wood planks sanded down by time, use, and most importantly, memories. Smoke still drifts between them, remnants of a too-painful life.

“Wilbur,” Tommy asks, the petulant whine almost trademark to his demeanor at this point, “are you ever going to talk about Ghostbur?”

/////

Far away, a couple realities over and a whole lot of death between them all, a blue mark stains the grimy walls of a train station. Perhaps you've been on a train before; concrete platforms with hard wooden benches. Some of them are fantastic; they promise the idea of freedom and travel and wanderlust and change.

Ghostbur has been stuck here for years, decades, millennia, or something like that. This train station holds a false promise; that of freedom, yet he is bound. The blue that stains the walls and the floor are remnants of the many times he tried to escape, clawing at the walls and begging for release. He wants Friend. He wants Tommy. He wants to not be here anymore, but limbo cannot even give him that.

Occasionally, the ghost thinks that he can hear noises. A train roaring in, steam - hell, he still remembers the smell of smoke - rocketing off the claustrophobia-inducing walls; a train coming to liberate him from this dark, dank corner of his own private hell. He wonders how Wilbur - the real Wilbur - is doing; if Tommy is happy. He never really got the sense that Tommy wanted his brother back, but there was always that lingering thought - after all, Wilbur was the person who had lined up Tommy, planning out his future and pushing him off the edge, unaware of how quickly he would pick up speed, and unwilling to stay with him until he crashed.

Wilbur crashed that idea himself, with a glimmer of madness in his eye and a city lined with dynamite. But Ghostbur isn't supposed to think about that; can't think about that - except that now he's in limbo and there's nothing else to think about.

/////

Eventually Ghostbur will hear a train, and on it will be Wilbur. They will change places, and eventually, he will be free.

(+2679) WEEKLY 3

PART 1
(+513) (“komm, süßer tod, komm selge ruh” by Bach)
Funerals were solemn affairs, yet Quill was glad he had a veil to keep his face hidden.
The room was covered in red, the color of death and the color of celebration - an apt metaphor for a funeral procession, albeit a false one.
It wouldn't do him any good to be accused of laughing; not here, not now. He'd elected to forgo giving a speech, citing his own closure as a reason. They'd complied happily, ready to do anything to support his grief. It was nice knowing that he at least had the Organization in his favor, at least for now, but it wouldn't last. Clato, the speaker, cleared his throat in front, begging for the crowd's attention.
“Today we gather to celebrate the life of Atlas, beloved friend, brother, and worshipped hero. His presence in the Organization will be sorely missed.”
Quill was solely responsible for the brother part of that announcement. He was also the first to approach the casket, seeing as he was, according to the records, the “last living relation to Atlas 14482.”
It probably didn't help that they announced him as 14481, just a number away from the dead guy - everyone in that room knew that they were family. Quill took a deep breath, giving a curious glance to the church around him. It was a beautiful place, all gothic architecture and stained glass; delicate carvings and stuffy candles. It didn't suit his brother at all.
“Can I have a moment alone?” Quill asked quietly, the first words he'd spoken since he got in here. The church was quiet, save for the cough of an older hero and the questioning glare of the hero presiding over the funeral, the gaze so hard that Quill would have sworn that he could hear it. “Y'know, for my brother?”
“Of course,” Clato amended quickly, the head hero giving a solemn nod. What a farce - the man didn't like Quill; they were rivals, for crying out loud. “You and the - the… corpse… can be wheeled into another room.”
Five minutes later, Quill stood next to the casket alone in some dark corner of the church. He waited another thirty seconds; this had to be secret. If the heroes - if they could even be called that - that surrounded them found out that they were mourning someone who was very much alive, they could be in deep trouble. Finally, Quill spoke.
“Atlas? You can come out now.”
“Thanks for giving permission; I'm gay.”
“Not that kind of coming out - you knew what I meant!” Quill sighed with exasperation as his very-much not dead brother stepped out of the coffin, phasing translucently through the wooden border and finally turning tangible, dusting off the front of his tux.
“Jesus Christ, that took a long time. And now I've got dead-people dust all over me.”
“You can't swear on god's name in church.” Quill looked mildly offended, but only on behalf of the actual religious people, all of whom were nowhere to be seen.
“Homosexuality and swearing? *, looks like I'm just asking to get struck down.”

PART 1 PART 2
(+437) (avengers theme)
There was only one person who Carmen could call.
They almost hoped that he wouldn't pick up, but of course - of course - the crackly static of a voice modulator was the first noise that hit their ears.
“Hello? Who is this?”
They gasped, trying to suck in enough air to talk coherently without sounding like they were dying. (That was hyperbole, surely. Carmen refused to believe that they would die here, on some random street and some random mission. This couldn't be all that they were destined for - Siren would be so disappointed in them.)
“I - it's Echo.” They shift to get closer to the device, moving as they do so. A sharp pain shoots out from their rib once again. They whimper.
Apathy probably thinks they're weak.
“How did you get this nu - for the love of Blight, are you okay?”
“I should go.” This was a bad idea. They reached across the screen to hang up, hand missing the right button as another stab of pure agony shot through them. “F - ” They started to say, feeling like they were dying. Their hand fell away, into a warm, sticky substance. Huh - they wondered where that came from. Carmen lifted their hand, looking at it blankly. It was covered in red.
Oh.
That was their own blood.
Distantly, they realized that Apathy had been talking in their ear - literally, not metaphorically - for quite a while. Had it been a while? They can't tell.
“ - cho, Echo, can you hear me, Echo please say something - ”
“M'here.” They murmur, and Apathy's voice subsided for a moment. Carmen heard a rustling behind his microphone.
“Do you need help?”
Yes, yes they did. No, they couldn't tell that to Apathy of all people. “I'm dying a'yways.”
“Can I kidnap you?”
“You're… you're a terrible villain,” they rasped, coughing over their own words and trying to stay alert; stay alive.
Apathy swore loudly. “Give me your location.”
“Terms?”
“You will be kept safe until I can figure out what to do with you. You will not die.”
“Bold of you to assume that I don't want to die.”
“Okay, that's it, I'm coming to find you, little protégé.”
They sent him the location.
“It ‘as… ’t was a joke…”
The darkness didn't come hard as one might expect - there was no smattering of drums and cacophony of sound sweeping them away; no grand parade to welcome the transition from conscious to not. Instead, it was a soft lullaby - the gentleness of it quite unfamiliar to the young hero - that slowly grew gradually louder until black nothingness was the only thing they could see.

PART 2
(+726) (inspiration taken from the lyrics of two songs by lovejoy - oh yeah, you gonna cry? and concrete)

It's a small town, but they're the most interesting sometimes - the best gossip, simply because you're utterly unable to avoid those you know.
He's exactly like his dad, in both his physical features - dark blue eyes - and his roaring flame of a temper, and that's yet another great thing about small towns - you know what runs in the family; you know everything about him and his temper.
“You really need to calm down,” you drawl at him, smirking. “What's Mel going to think?”
“Mel will be fine.”
“Really? I mean, you're her boyfriend, so I'm sure you know her better than me, but I would have thought differently.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Last night, at the bar - ” small town bars; the epicenter for gossip and talk - there's nowhere else to go. “Do you know what she said? She hates you. There's a reason she's still running from you.”
“Last night?”
“Were you together? Did you hear her talking about me in her sleep? Because it's sure as hell not your name that she’s saying.”
You sneer as his face contorts, trying to think of a witty response. “Shut up.” That's all he can come up with.
“You wanna ask Mel? She's quite nice; I'm sure she'd tell you what we got up to in the back of my car - ”
“Shut up, before I punch your lights out.”
“Don't give me that face, man. God, you're just like your dad - ready to beat the * out of anyone who takes the ego out of you, even if it's just a bit.”
“Shut up!”
“That's an original line. Have you ever thought about directing all this negativity somewhere else? What good is it to be all shooting towards little old me?”
You leave him, sitting at a bus stop and glaring dagger at your quickly disappearing figure.
/ / / / /
You're sitting at a bus stop, the city sleeping around you. Some unidentified liquid seeps across the concrete in front of you, the wrapper to a pack of gum wadded up in the soggy remains of someone's drink. The bus stop is hardly covered properly, but it's not raining, so it'll be okay.
Perhaps this is the consequence of your desperation; maybe you deserve to be sitting here alone, waiting for the night bus so you can complain about yourself to anyone who will listen. You're like a parasite, begging for attention.
You see your reflection in the scuffed plastic, ads and stickers plastered across it in a garish display of consumerism, and you're overcome with the irrational urge to punch the mirror-like surface.
You know you'll be in trouble later; it’s one of the many downsides to living in a small town like this one, where you know everyone and everyone knows you. Namely, news travels quickly, and you - the mayor’s kid - sitting outside of the bar and waiting for a bus is certainly news.
The bar is closing now, patrons leaving as the bouncers herd them out. The clock is almost turning three in the morning at this point, and those who are pleasantly sated with drink and party nod and smile as they leave. It feels condescending, almost, but you know it'll be bigger trouble if you let your fist do the talking to these innocent townspeople.
Saltwater drips down your face - tears? No way - and onto your lapel, staining your tie.
*, you curse quietly.
If you had in your way, he would be the one out here now, after that taunt about Mel. He'd be sleeping on the concrete floor, wondering where he went wrong.
But alas, here you are, curled up on the hard bench as you wait for a bus to take you nowhere. You wonder what dad will think of you - will he be drawn into one of his angry fits, punching the drywall hard enough to break a hole when he hears of the gossip spreading through town - you're a loser; your girlfriend cares more about some washed-up kid than she does about you. He won’t help either, spreading the rumors for a little bit of attention and a lot of satisfaction. You know now that you shouldn’t have threatened to knock his lights out, but once again, your temper got the better of you.
“All this,” you mutter, closing your eyes for just a second. “All this, over a kiss?”

PART 3
+1003 CONTINUATION OF PART 1 (tw: graphic descriptions of injury; mentions of abuse)

Aaron felt like he'd been thrust into the spotlight to perform a play he didn't know the plot to. Clearly, he had missed something - he had been doing his tax returns (yes, supervillains paid taxes, he wasn’t a monster) while something terrible happened to Siren's little protégé.
He was full of questions - why wasn't Siren or literally anyone else but a supervillain called, where did Echo get his number from, what the hell had happened to the hero, why they sounded so… young? Echo was nineteen, that was commonly known, and even though they used a voice changer for privacy reasons, their real voice sounded like that of a fifteen-year old.
He mumbled curses under his breath, wondering how he had found himself in this situation. For Blight's sake, he didn't even care about them - had barely talked to them, except for fights - but worry pounded through his veins. He quickly soothed himself, turning down the figurative dial for stress and relishing in the quick calm that came with using his power for something like this.
They had just let out a whimper after almost cursing, the sound of pain sending an instinctive protective feeling over Aaron. “Echo? Are you still there?” He asked after a silence stretched for a moment. There was no response but ragged breathing, getting more and more haggard over time. “Echo. I need you to say something.”
No answer. Aaron’s breathing quickened, and he pulled away just a little bit of his emotions to stay calm.
“Echo, if ‘it was a joke’ were your last words, that's a bit sad.”
No Blight-* answer. He was worried; why? He didn’t know.
“Echo? Echo, talk to me, Echo, Echo, can you hear me, Echo please say something - ”
“M'here,” they slurred, almost unintelligibly. Blight, they were in bad shape. Even if it was a trap, Aaron couldn't in good conscience just hang up, and if they were telling the truth… well, Siren would pay a pretty fee for Echo back, safe and unharmed. A good hostage was always useful. He went to find his keys, shoving through and rustling the messy papers in front of him.
“Do you need help?” He asked, anxiously awaiting a response. Oh, there they were. He hovered over his phone for a minute, waiting and praying that they didn't pass out. That was the worst thing for injured people, most of the time.
“I'm dying a'yways.”
Dying - Blight, that word held a heavy weight, especially because only the best actor in the world would be able to fake that kind of believability. He wanted to comfort them, but that was simply a bad idea. He just had to keep them awake - maybe distracted? They were clearly in a lot of pain.
“Can I kidnap you?” He asked wryly.
“You're… you're a terrible villain.” He almost wanted to laugh at that, if the hitch in their breath wasn't biting back a wince of pain.
“Give me your location.” He asked, declining to respond.
They paused. “Terms?” They weren't stupid, and Apathy supposed that he should have led with that.
“You will be kept safe until I can figure out what to do with you. You will not die.”
They gave a raspy, terrifyingly weak laugh. “Bold of you to assume that I don't want to die.”
His heart dropped. “Okay, that's it, I'm coming to find you, little protégé.”
“It ‘as… ’t was a joke…” Apathy didn't care. His phone pinged with a message of an unknown number sharing their location. Perfect.
“It's not funny. I'm coming to get you.”
Silence.

There was so much blood. Way too much blood. He was reminded of something he'd read once - a quote from… somewhere. “Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends, and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”
In the middle of all that red lay the broken body of a hero, half-curled into the fetal position. Their mask hung halfway off their face. Their armor was warped and broken, most of it off their body. They were holding a knife.
It had clearly been plunged into their stomach by someone.
His heart dropped. Who had let it get this bad? His vision seemed to blur and waver, as if a camera had been dropped and then caught. He'd had his own experiences with hurting, but… oh Blight.
He knew what happened.
Siren's entire thing was that he could control people's actions, that he could make people hurt themselves.
Apathy wanted to throw up, thinking that Siren had -
It was all coming together. Siren had done something terrible. Echo couldn't call any of the heroes, because they all answered to Siren.
This was all taken in within the space of a few seconds, Aaron's wide eyes flitting to their injuries as he rushed over, dropping to his knees next to them in a rush of panic.
He was going to Blight-* stab someone. He was going to make the heroes pay, because they were supposed to be humane and even though he'd left he didn't think it had gotten this much worse and they had practically killed Echo and the most terrible thing of all was that Echo was a child.
They couldn't be more than sixteen. But they'd been out in the field for two years, about, meaning they probably started -
He gagged. Apathy wasn't the one being hurt, but he could feel his own breathing start to quicken at the thought. /White coats and preening heroes and invisible shackles - /
With great difficulty, he threw his power over himself, numbing his emotions until later. Echo wasn't him, but he could see himself in that ball of pain - hurt, emotionally and physically. Skinny and bruised and dying, broken away from the chains but also from the family that fed you.
Aaron lifted them with a grunt, pulling their limp figure into his arms and pulling out his phone with the other hand.
“Apollo? How busy are you, right about now?”

rambles from the day

(+528) Aaron startled awake, something pulling at his senses and forcing him into the sharp realm of reality. His breathing didn't change, and nor did he flinch. He'd learned through years of training not to alert a potential enemy that you'd waken up, especially if it was a reflex - that usually meant there was someone trying to attack him in his sleep. Best to keep any potential attackers thinking he was still vulnerable.
A beat passed. Another.
Then, he did flinch, as the events of the past few days came back to him. Carmen was in the house - if there was someone here to hurt him, they might find the sleeping ex-hero. Just by being a target for assassinations, Aaron could have hurt Carmen just by proximity - oh god. In that case, he had to lure anyone to his room before they got to Carmen.
He sprang up, intentionally rustling his covers, turned to the door, and -
Met the eyes of a trembling superhero, their glassy eyes reflecting the dim light from the small windows. He felt himself involuntarily relax (problematic response. He shouldn't get too comfortable, just because it was Carmen. But he could fix that later.) and take a few strides over to them, being careful not to be too intimidating.
“Are you hurt?” He whispered urgently, gently cupping their face with his hand, giving them an opportunity to push his hand away. Much to his surprise, they didn't. On the contrary, they seemed to lean into it, relishing in the touch.
They shook their head. Aaron waited, his previous words hanging in the air for a moment and then diminishing, like a frost-touched breath on a cold day.
“I had a nightmare,” they blurted out, eyes falling, downcast to the ground. Aaron once again felt that fierce roar of overwhelming protectiveness over this small hero, that want to hurt whoever made them think they had to be ashamed of being scared. “I'm sorry I woke you, I won't d - ”
“Shh,” Aaron shushed them quickly, “Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong.”
“Sorry.” Their eyes widened. “Oh, I didn't mean - ”
“Just calm down. Breathe for me, okay?” He asked softly. It was so foreign to him, to comfort and to help, but he loved that he was given the opportunity to do so. “Do you want to talk about it?” He reached, his instincts blindly guiding the question.
They shook their head, tears welling up in their glazed eyes.
“Can you - Can I - Can - I want - I - ” They mumbled, blurring and tripping over their words. Aaron waited, but they fell silent.
“Just tell me what you need - ”
He didn't finish his sentence before they fell against him, enveloping him in a hug so tight it was almost painful, head falling against his chest.
/Oh./
He gripped them back, threading his fingers through their hair and murmuring comforting nothings, rubbing their back as they trembled, physically shaking with emotion. Even though Aaron wasn't reaching for it, he could sense the overwhelming feelings coming from them.
“I'm here. You're safe.” He said, comforting them in the dead of night. “It's okay. I'm here and you're safe and it's okay.”

(+162) He was weaker than he wanted to be, all used-up from pushing down his own rage.
He shoved the door open, too woozy to lock it behind him. He registered a distant thud as he dropped to his knees, the noise sounding like it came from far away when in actuality, it was right under him.
His powers were weakening, falling away as his body begged him to use the energy to not, y'know, die. Tears came to his eyes as a few repressed emotions snuck through the shields, pulling through the cracks.
“Aaron?”
He let out a wrenched sob, barriers breaking as he funneled everything he had to alleviate the pain; to not fall apart before the bitter end.
“I'm calling the hospital, okay?”
A loud roaring had begun in his ears, starting as a white noise and gradually building to a deafening roar of silence.
“I've got you. I've got you and it's okay and you're crying and that's fine.”

song rambles (+207)
Quill wasn't afraid of change, per se. An apartment, bursting at the seams with throw pillows and takeout boxes and picture frames turned into an empty room, stripped of anything personal or homely - that was fine. Lavender perfume fading away into nothing, and then replaced by a sickly-sweet vanilla bean - that was totally okay.
Quill wasn't afraid of change. He was terrified.

She's quiet, the beginning of every one of her stilted attempts at sentences filled with ellipses; an uncertain type of punctuation mark… stumbling, not assertive, passive. (It suits her.)
“I didn't do it - ”
“I saw the pictures. Polaroids. So typical of you - you don't have to get them developed, but they're much better than the stupid iPhone.”
“The iPhone is a symbol of instant gratification - ”
“Shut up. I saw the photos. You said they didn't develop right - maybe you should have hidden them in the lining of your winter coat.”
“Really? I thought it was rather clever - a summer party in a winter's coat.”
“You're the worst! Anyways, the quality was terrible, but even then - you know I could see that you were holding her hand.”
“Oh.”
“Who was she? And why didn't you tell me, if you didn't want to be with me anymore - ”

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