duck-you
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Dudes, i think the Undertale forgot that those gloved hands Gaster spawns in EVERY FAN MEDİA are belong to the bravery soul. Like i know Gaster has the same hands BUT he could be holding them/ wearing them PLUS we know Bravery knew how to teleport stuff the the chest. Y'know just saying they might have parent-kid realationship going on X]>
That was so funny for not drawing. (i like how short tempered and a bastard he is) (this is so rushed i cant even look at it siriously lol)
Peace Talks in a Nutshell:
Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹
On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.
We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.
We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.
No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.
We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?
fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.
Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help
Hello, just a random thought I had.
So hear me out, Yan batfam x fem kratos-like Mc. So she has the powers of Kratos- none of the tattoos though, has spartan rage that gives her extreme strength that can rival superman and wields the blades of chaos and has the scar burns on her arms from the chains wrapped around her wrists but she hides them with hoodies and bandages. The Batfam doesnt know it's her due to her always hiding her face and knowing how to avoid the security cameras and she acts on her own as a vigilante, but they find out one day due to accidentally seeing her taking off her hoodie when she thought she was alone and see her scars and instantly decide- 'I'mma adopt this angry bitch.'
Fighter
So this has been incredibly interesting to write and I am sorry if I went ahead and changed the idea you had of this story but I hope you still like it!
Also I wrote a quick backstory of Kratos!reader so if there's anything wrong with it I am sorry but I also didn't want to focus on it for too long and focus on the yanderes.
Please do remember that this is a fictional story so the history about Spartans might be wrong in some parts to make it make sense alongside the injustice towards Ares.
Dividers made by: @saradika-graphics, @thecutestgrotto and @successfulicons
W.C: 8.7k
T.w: illegal cage fighting, blood, death, drug mentioning, hallucination and toxins, use of sedatives, bad panic attack description
You were once a warrior, one of the many warriors that fought for Sparta's honour and for their right to dominate Greece. And you were proud of your city's reputation and power, that's why you joined the spartan army young, at 7 years old, to help your city with their quest for power.
That's why, when some barbarians killed all of the soldiers in your platoon in an ambush, you didn't hesitate to call for Ares, the god of war, to bargain your soul in exchange for enough power to slaughter the barbarians that dared to kill your platoon and make a mock of the Sparta's military power.
You didn't care that you were now a soldier for Ares's army and not a Spartan soldier anymore, you were happy that the god gave you the opportunity to get revenge against the barbarians that dared to mock Sparta's military and allowed you to get revenge for your fallen comrades.
The chains on your arms that manifested once your soul became Ares's property will always be the reminder of the choice you made that you will come to regret, alongside the Blades of Chaos that the god gave you after you finished the slaughter of the barbarians to reward you since you proved to the god that you were worthy of the power he gave you.
And the consequences of the choices you made did come to hit you right on the face one fateful day, when you and the rest of Ares's army were sent to destroy another Greek city in the gods name, one you didn't care to even remember the name of as you just wanted to make the god proud and receive another reward from him like the Blades of Chaos.
Once you got to the city with the army, you started to slaughter every person that was in your path before you came across a temple, a small one dedicated to a small god, and entered it to see if there was someone inside it.
As you entered the temple you saw a small group of people that were praying to the small god, who was the patron of the temple, and after a moment of you counting them in your mind to see how much time it would take you to kill them, you just started killing them with no care of the world, so used to the screams and plead of mercy from the people you were killing that you blocked out the noises.
You were almost done, the last person in the temple was a kneeling priestess in front of you, staring down at her in silence, blood dripping from your blades as she prayed to Achelois.
"I pray to Achelois, Goddess of the comfort and healing to protect me and guide me to the Underworld, to the domain of Hades with no pain," she stopped her prayer to glare at you and added "and I hope you suffer the worst punishment in the Underworld, that you will never rest peacefully in the Elysium".
You just stared at her in silence for a few seconds and just said in a very monotone voice "I really don't care" before cutting her head off her neck in just one swing, watching with a blank look on your face as her head rolled off while her neck started bleeding as her body slumped on the floor.
After killing the priestess, you started to walk out of he temple while avoiding the bodies of the people you killed, your body covered in their blood and to which you paid no mind to. As you reached the exit, you failed to notice an arm on your path and managed to trip on it and, after falling down and quickly getting up, you started to kick the body of whom the arm belonged to in anger and out of embarrassment for the humiliation you just suffered.
Once you were done kicking the man and calmed down, you decided to look at whoever managed to make you trip and humiliate you with their dead body, but what you saw froze you in place as you recognised the dead man's face. You stared in shock as your father, the one you didn't see for years after you sold your soul to Ares, and who was hugging the dead body of your mother.
You knelt down in front of your parents bodies and started crying as you realised that you killed them, gently grabbing both of their hands and shaking them, trying to wake them up like they were sleeping, hoping that it was all just a bad dream and that they would wake up and hug you and make it all ok.
You cried as you knew that they would never wake up again and comfort you like they used to, you killed them and their last moment will always be watching their child killing them with a blank look on your face, with no remorse at all and without even recognising who they were.
As you cried, a priestess that you didn't kill because she was hiding, cursed you by turning your parents bodies in ashes and marked your body with those ashes, so that you will always remember what horrible deed you had done.
Afterwards you decided to take revenge on Ares, who tricked you into killing your family after Athena told you that he sent you to that city on purpose. You even let go of the Blades of Chaos once you found out that Ares tricked you, wanting to show to Athena and yourself that you refused to do anything in the name of the God of War once again. You didn't care of the consequences and whatever punishment that the rest of the Olympus would give you after you killed the actual God of War because you needed to take revenge for your parents and especially yourself.
Thanks to Athena you managed to find the Pandora's Box and the Blade of the Gods and managed to kill Ares in a very long battle that unfortunately ended with the chains on your arms being ripped off your arms, leaving deep wounds that made you scream when he did that but managed to keep fighting and finally kill the God.
Unfortunately the gods weren't so nice when you were brought in front of them in the Olympus and they decided to imprison you for life in a statue of Ares and leave you in the same body so you would never age and the wounds on your arms would never heal to make your suffering go as long as possible.
The worst thing that they did after imprisoning you in the statue of Ares was to put you right in one of the most populated city where they would always worship the god, no matter if they were at war or not, and made you watch as people were worshipping the dead god and remind you every day of your life and your choices while stuck in the statue of the same God that ruined your life and made you kill your parents.
Days passed slowly in that prison, the pain in your arms keeping you grounded for the first few decades, keeping you sane and reminding you of why you did what you did.
But not long after, your sanity slowly started to crack as the echoes of the prayers towards Ares started to chip away into your mind and slowly destroying it without the people even knowing what they were doing.
Your mind was slowly deteriorating and you started seeing things even though you knew they were fake. That they weren't real. But you held onto those things with all your might, needing to talk to someone in this prison, too desperate to have someone close to you after so long of being alone.
You watched as the temple, once full of people and followers, slowly become desolated as centuries passed and admiring as nature slowly took control of the inside and outside of the temple. You would've laughed at the thought of one of Ares's temples being left with no one taking care of it but you hadn't used your voice in so long that you doubted that you could actually laugh.
You could feel vines slowly wrapping around your legs and waist before feeling the moss slowly taking over your body before everything finally turned black as the moss and vines fully covered you after maybe years of work.
After staring at the darkness of your prison covered in nature, you decided to just close your eyes and fall in the arms of Morpheus after centuries of staying awake and listening to the voices of your parents and the god belittling you or infantalizing you whenever you tried to free yourself.
You must've slept for almost four to five centuries, maybe even more, because when you woke up you were surrounded by people talking in a language that you didn't understand and being blinded by some kind of lightning that, at first, made you thought that Zeus was punishing you before realising that it was just a weird machine that the people around your prison were using to see more clearly in the ruins of your temple.
You stared at them as they moved you and all the things in the temple to another, even bigger, temple, a bit confused as to where and especially why they were moving you and putting you in boxes, then leaving you in a weird room where people brushed your prison and cleaned it from all of the moss and vines that you were wrapped in.
Then, if that wasn't enough to confuse you as to how much time passed, your prison got moved to a pedestal, where lots of people stared at you while talking in a weird language that you couldn't understand. The worst part was that they kept using a weird machinery that reminded you of Zeus and his lighting since it left you confused and got weird white spots in your vision for a bit before it went away.
But one day everything changed for you. You were sleeping in the weird temple and got so used to the noises of the people that came to see you that you ignored some noises around you to focus on sleeping as you were exhausted and finally found a way to get your head in a comfortable position.
Unfortunately, you were so deep in your sleep that you failed to notice that someone was moving you and your prison somewhere else and only woke up once you smelled a very familiar stench, something you hoped to never smell or even see again once you opened your eyes to see what was going on around you.
And what you saw confirmed your deepest fear as you saw the bodies of at least three people in front of you, unsure if there were more behind you as you couldn't turn around inside your prison. Their blood covered almost all of the floor around you but, as you focused on the room you were in, it didn't cross a line of candles that probably surrounded you.
Once the shock slowly wore off, you finally noticed that there were voices chanting the same things over and over again in a weird language that you knew wasn't the same language that the people you saw everyday in the weird temple spoke, making you understand that they were doing a sort of ritual.
As you listened to them chanting you started to feel your prison slowly turn hot, like you were being cooked inside of it and at first the heat wasn't bothering you but it slowly started to grow. After not even 2 minutes you felt like screaming, even though you hadn't used your voice for centuries and especially since you knew that no one could hear your voice if you decided to scream.
As the heat grew stronger your pain also did and tears started to go down your cheeks as you begged the Gods, even Athena, to please end your suffering and let you die if that's what they wanted to do with this ritual. But, as you started to give up and let the heat kill you, cracks started to form around your prison and once the last crack formed around your face, your prison finally broke and you fell down on the blood covered floor.
You quickly got up once you realised that you were free and actually feeling the blood on your skin, starting to try and wipe the blood off of your skin while ignoring how the robed people were speaking to you.
In your panic to get the blood off while mumbling apologies you ignored how they went back to chanting, needing to see your skin and not the blood covering it.
Unfortunately, as you kept wiping their chant started to make a blob of blood from the sacrifices rise and once you noticed it, that blob completely covered your head while the robed people continuing to chant. Your screams were being muffles as your hands tried to pull off the blob of blood engulfing your whole head.
As they chanted, the blood slowly entered in your mouth and ears while you tried to stop it as you didn't want to drink the blood of the poor victims that got killed because of you.
Only once all the blood was inside did he chanting stop, making you gasp for air before immediately puking as you could taste the blood on your tongue, the guilt of being the reason those people died growing stronger.
You raised your head when you finally stopped puking and looked at one of the cultist, probably the leader since his robe had more details sewed on the hem and the hoodie. You blinked a few times when he started talking and somehow you could understand him when you were sure that, not even 5 minutes ago, you couldn't understand shit of this era.
Once you finally went past the shock of being able to understand the language you realised that the man was still talking and that you didn't hear anything. You finally started to listen to him and just prayed to Athena that he didn't say anything too important when you weren't listening.
You stared at him as he talked, just watching his lips move as your brain slowly translated what he was saying thanks to the weird ritual they did. "Oh great warrior, we've freed you from your prison so listen to our wishes in exchange!" he demanded, his voice loud so both you and the other cultists in the back could hear.
When your mind finally translated everything he just said, you nodded since you were curious as to why they freed you and to regain some strength as he went back to talking. He reminds you of Hermes with the way he talks and how he acts like he's so important and full of himself.
"We've given you freedom from your prison so freed us from the shackles that our society and those pesky vigilantes keep on enforcing on us!" he proclaimed proudly, looking down at you, obviously expecting you to agree with the way he was moving his body, like he was getting ready to turn around and announce that you agreed.
But unfortunately for him, the time in your prison changed you. Maybe for the best, maybe for the worst but it changed you. You slowly got up and ignored your parents voices telling you to stand down and accept your role as a bringer of freedom, reprimanding you when they realised that you weren't listening to them like before.
You took a step towards the cultist, ignoring how you stepped on a puddle of blood next to the hand of one of the sacrifices, and stared at him in silence before spitting some of the blood you still had in your mouth on his shoe "No."
As he realised what happened and his face went from surprise to anger, you grabbed him by the neck and squeezed, making sure he wouldn't die but he also wouldn't be able to speak without some difficulty.
"Freedom… you kill," you started, your voice hoarse as you had puked and also hadn't talked in a while. You moved some of your hair away from your face to glare directly at him, showing him all the hatred you felt at the moment from his and his cult actions.
You slowly started to squeeze his neck, ignoring his pleas and how he was scratching your wrist to get free and just squeezed until he finally stopped moving.
You turned to look at the rest of the cultists before sighing, knowing it was going to take a while, but you also wanted to give some justice for the victims who died to free you.
You killed the rest of the cultists in under 15 minutes and used their robes to cover the victims bodies.
Afterwards you stole some clothes from a few cultists to dress like the people you saw in the museum, knowing it would be weird if you just wore your spartan clothes.
You left the building and just roamed around for a bit before following some kids to Crime Alley, not knowing where you were going.
As you walked you found some beat up shoes near a dumpster and wore them, noticing how everyone was wearing them and how your sandals were basically holding by a thread.
You kept following the kids without saying anything while ignoring the voices of your parents berating you the whole time.
After a while you did see that the kids had noticed you and were looking behind a few times.
But fortunately they let you follow them and, after some days of you resting near their hideouts without actually going in, they started to accept you and shared some food as they saw you didn't really eat when you followed them.
Plus you also defended them from traffickers trying to kidnap some of the young girls by breaking a mans wrist and knocking another guy unconscious with a punch.
So you were accepted easily.
It was another day of you and the kids hanging out in an abandoned warehouse, with you sitting on a wooden crate and watching the kids playing around with a ball and keeping it bouncing, a small smile on your face as they were playing a game from your childhood in Sparta.
As you watched them play, you ate some bread that they stole for you when they saw that you usually didn't really eat unless given some food so they started giving you a part of their loot whenever they stole or bought something, waiting until you bit into whatever hey gave you before leaving you alone.
Hell, one of kids called Annie once brought you a roll of bandages when she saw your never healing wounds on your wrists and even wrapped it around your wrists when you tried to bite the bandages, thinking it was a weird type of food.
Watching them play and just being kids made you so happy that you vowed to Artemis that you would do anything in your power to protect your kids and let them survive in their own way.
Unfortunately, things didn't really go well for the small gang of kids.
Two kids got caught pick pocketing a big shot in a gang and, because you were following them, you broke the mans arm when he tried to hit one of the kids, wanting to protect your friends.
You also broke his jaw when he threatened to kill those kids and make you watch, refusing to accept his threat and used your strength to shut him up.
Afterwards you ran away with the kids and told them in your best words to go away from this hideout and go somewhere else, maybe the other part of Crime Alley to be safer.
You knew those guys would come for them and you and those kids so if they found you first then it would be better than them finding those kids.
You waited in the abandoned warehouse and scratched on your chain wounds on your arms, annoyed that the gods had made that your wounds would never heal and remain there to bring you pain and to remind you of Ares.
Once the gang arrived you were ready to fight, already assessing the strongest and weakest as they entered the warehouse.
But the leader, a short guy with the worst teeth you've ever seen, started talking while pointing a weird thing towards you.
As your mind translated what he said, you understood that if you didn't do as he said he would kill the kids that you protected.
So you accepted, knowing that he probably had other men that could kill your friends and you wanted to protect them.
And that's how you found yourself in an underground fighting ring, fighting everyday against bigger men and women to make sure your friends would be safe.
The bruises and wounds kept your mind sharp since you would get distracted during the fight and think you were in an actual battlefield and almost killed 3 people, 3 different times because of it.
You always got held back by the end so no one ever died, unfortunately.
It was another day and you were inside that fighting ring once again, your black eye still evident as a guy twice your size punched you in the face so hard that your eye was bloodshot.
Staying in the base where the gang organise fights made you unaware of how much time it's been. Maybe days, or weeks. Or even a month or two. You don't know.
You were standing in front of a guy who was, once again, twice your size and looked like he wanted to kill you, making you roll your eyes when he said something as you knew it was an insult or a threat.
You didn't really care, after the first few people that threatened you, you got used to it and mostly ignored them to just fight.
You needed to fight.
If you didn't fight then those kids would get killed by those gangsters. You needed to protect them.
At least them. You needed to save someone. You needed to prove to yourself and your parents voices that you could save someone and not only be a killer.
Once you heard the bell that signalled the start of the fight you dodged an obvious punch to your face but got hit by another in your stomach.
You could hear screaming, cheers and people booing at either you or your opponent. You didn't care, you needed to win.
You managed to avoid another punch in the face and kicked his leg, quickly dodging by rolling when he didn't kneel down like you planned and instead punched the ground where you were a few seconds ago.
You quickly got up and blocked another punch thrown at you before gasping when he kicked you right in the stomach, making you kneel down while coughing, almost puking some bread you ate two days ago. As you coughed, the guy kicked you right on the head to try and make you faint or give up.
As you tried to ignore your parents voices, you didn't see the guy got down in front of you before looking at him when he said "you should give up, the ring isn't a place for kids."
Unfortunately, what he said combined with your parents voices telling you to give up and let your friends be killed, made you see red since you tired of others telling you to give up, that you weren't made for something, to let someone you were fighting so hard to protect, die.
You looked up at the guy and smiled at him before spitting on his eye, using the distraction to punch him on the face with all your might, ignoring the loud crack of his nose breaking.
As he stumbled backwards while, you got up and kicked him right under the chin before kicking his face with another kick, breathing heavily as he stood there, hoping that he would fall down and not keep standing there, not wanting to keep fighting.
Fortunately, luck was on your side and the guy fell down, making you glad as you could see some black spots in your vision. You slowly got off the ring and walked to one of the corners of the warehouse you were in, needing to get somewhere else to faint and not right in the ring where everyone could see and get to you.
You got on top of some crates and sat down on it before slowly closing your eyes and just hoped that you wouldn't be out for too long as you didn't want to find another gang member on you.
Once you reopened your eyes, you immediately knew something was wrong. Before closing your eyes, the whole warehouse was very loud and filled with people screaming and talking loudly but now, now it was filled with silence. And you knew it was impossible for the gang to have forgotten you there, they found you too valuable and would've never left you at the warehouse.
As you sat up, a hand on your head since it still hurt from the hit from before, you could already see most of the people on the ground. You slowly got off the crates you were on and stayed low, worried that it was another gang who decided to fight the one holding you hostage.
You slowly got to one of the people on the floor and was glad that he wasn't dead and was just knocked out once you saw that he was sleeping and there wasn't any blood on him or around him. As you checked the man, you noticed some canisters around, making you confused as to what they were as you've never seen those before.
You quickly looked up when you heard some gun shooting and quickly laid back down next to the man, using him as a shield as you heard the shooting getting closer.
You stayed down until you heard the leader call for you, his tone meaning that he wanted you to come to him immediately.
You slowly got up and saw the leader holding a man with a red helmet on gunpoint, the men around him either gravely injured or dead on the floor.
As you walked up to him, you could feel helmet guy staring at you before his gaze fell on your bleeding wrist, making you hide your arms behind your back and glare at him.
Once you reached the leader, you stood next to him, wanting to know why he called you since he could just shoot helmet guy. "You see this bastard?" he asked, pointing the gun at helmet man before continuing without waiting for you to answer him, "he's the son of a bitch who decided that busting in my base when I planned another fight for you so," he stopped to grab you by the hair and push you towards him.
"You shall fight this bastard and if you don't kill him then you know what happens."
With a soft sigh you walked towards the man, feeling sorry for him but you also wouldn't hold back your punches.
The least you could do for him is kill him quickly so he wouldn't suffer too much.
But, as you went to punch him, you suddenly felt yourself with no more ground under your feet and fell to the side, hitting your head to the ground hard.
You hissed once the pain registered and immediately glared at the man with the helmet, knowing he did it since he was the only one near you. Plus, you could feel him smirking under his dumb helmet, making you want to take it off of him to use it to bash his head open.
You quickly got up and tackled him to the ground, using the moment of surprise to repeatedly punch his head to the ground, hoping it would do something since you couldn't really hit any vital points, feeling some sort of armour under his clothes when you tackled him.
Unfortunately he recovered quickly and punched you on the side to push you off, making you more angry as you didn't like how much stronger he was compared to you.
You were a goddamn spartan warrior who fought for the God of War! You wouldn't let yourself be defeated by some man wearing some armour.
You got up and went to punch him but got blocked when he punched you to the stomach, hard, making you double over in pain and puke the small contents in your stomach to the floor next to him. You secretly hoped some of it got on his pants.
As you tried to regain your breath and punch him, he looked down at you and just said "your friends are safe, they sent me" before punching you and letting you fall on the ground, your vision starting to blur.
The last thing you heard was the familiar sound of a gunshot before you finally closed your eyes and let the darkness surround you.
You woke up on a bed.
The last thing you remembered was hearing helmet man saying that your friends were safe, making you happy and relieved.
But the happiness was short lived once your brain decided to remind you of your, almost surely, broken nose and concussed head. Plus, now that you fully slept, you could feel your chest hurting, probably from a few cracked ribs after all those punched you would get in your chest and sides.
You groaned loudly at the pain, mentally cursing helmet man and the, hopefully dead, gang leader for making you fight all those dicks that wanted to fight a freaking teenager.
You slowly sat up when you heard a door open and stared at helmet man, even though he wasn't wearing a helmet this time. He was wearing a weird mask that covered his eyes now.
But you knew he was helmet man, the way he stood and just his presence made you understand he was the man you fought.
If you could call it a fight.
You glared at him from the bed as he walked up to you and set a bowl of soup on the nightstand next to you.
"Figured you might be hungry, eat up kid"
You just kept glaring at him and mumbled "ἀνασεισίφαλλος" before slowly grabbing the bowl to eat it.
As you ate, you ignored his obvious staring, only looking at him once you finished the soup to hand him the bowl.
"Another, good"
You probably finished his whole pot of soup since you just kept asking for more, too hungry to care about him.
Plus the soup was good.
Afterwards he sat down on a chair next to your bed and just stared at you before asking.
"So, who are you kid?"
Making you look at him confused, not understanding why he asked you that since you assumed your friends must've told him who you were.
Nevertheless you answered with a solid "me".
The two of you kept staring at each other, helmet guy now renominated mask guy staring at you like he was waiting for you to say something else while you went back to thinking on the soup and how you wanted some more.
Finally, after almost a minute of you and mask guy staring at each other, he finally caved by letting out a sigh and asked with an annoyed tone in his voice "your name kid, what's your name", making you nod seriously before looking back at him in silence.
In all the years being stuck in your prison, you had forgotten your name. Even your parents voices were silent as you tried to remember it because they were just a creation of your mind to keep you sane. If you could say that you were sane.
Mask guy looked at you in shock when you clearly showed that you didn't remember your own name before letting out another sigh, looking angrier than before as you saw his fist clutch tighter, like he was ready to punch you.
To be sure, you got ready to get hit, not wanting to be thrown in the streets again. Plus, if you did get punched and didn't let it show that you got hurt, he might give you more food. Some guys in the old gang you were in gave you some bread or even a cold hot dog.
You looked up when you didn't get punched, a bit annoyed since you were hoping for some soup or some stale bread. You would do anything for more of that soup.
Mask guy did look tired when you looked at him, at least that's what you guessed since you couldn't really understand body language even though you spent centuries watching people.
You froze when he suddenly let out a huge sigh and got ready to whatever he was going to do, too used to the gang leader (to which you never learned his name as everyone called him boss) suddenly sighing and hitting you for things you never understood as he never explained why he hit you or what you did wrong.
Fortunately for you, he just wiped his face with a hand and slowly got up and grabbed the chair, making sure to show with his body language that he was just going to walk out the room when he saw you looking at his hands and at how he was holding the chair.
You waited until he was fully out the door and let go of the chair to relax and slowly lay back down, groaning softly at the pain from all over your body.
As you laid down while trying to not make your injuries worse and hurting your body, you failed to notice how mask guy was staring at you from the door.
Once your head hit the pillow, you immediately fell asleep, your body too sore and in pain to make you stay awake and vigilant since you didn't know who Mask guy was.
Maybe that's why you failed to see how mask guy and his family, who you will meet soon enough, obsession towards you was growing.
Weeks passed as you and mask guy, now named Jason after he heard you call him that for asking for some more food, grew close. You did freeze whenever he raised his hand over his chest, thinking he might hit you for anything you did and he doesn't fully trust you since he still wear the mask around you.
Sometimes you would get a distant look in your eyes when you would be alone, which happens during the night when Jason leaves for patrol. But you usually returned to normal when he came back and patted the space next to you to not spook you or get punched, which happened too many times before he learned to not touch you when you're standing still and didn't react when he comes through the door, before sending you to bed as he learned that you would wait until he was home before falling asleep.
He did see that you could stay awake for days until he said something about it and your head hit a pillow, then you would get knocked out for hours or until Jason made a sudden noise, which wakes you up.
But, during the day and around Jason you acted normal, at least as normal as you could be for someone who doesn't know anything about the 21 century. With him, you learned to clean up after yourself and cook the simplest meals like box mac and cheese or (add whatever simple meal you think of).
He did have to explain to you that you can't always eat soup, when you learned to cook it, as it wasn't a very nutritious meal that you can eat everyday. He also had to set a chart on the fridge to make you see when you were supposed to eat when he saw that sometimes, if he wasn't home all the time, you would forget to eat.
You once went a whole week without eating and mostly drinking water (you learned that it was safe after Jason saw that you didn't drink it and learned that you thought it wasn't safe to drink) after he left for a week long mission with the Outlaws. He came back to you looking horrible and had to control whatever you ate for another week before trusting you enough to leave you alone at home when he would go out for patrol at night or just going out for groceries or other things during the day.
He also learned to leave fruits, small packets of snacks or yogurt pouches in the fridge for you to eat during the day while he was out so you wouldn't go hungry until it was time for lunch/dinner.
He did teach you on how to use the TV but he also set a timer as he once caught you watching the TV all day when he had to help the Bats after a big Arkham breakout. But he was glad that you grew to prefer reading books like him after he brought home a box of books that Roy and Kori brought him as a late birthday gift.
You did prefer fantasy books instead of classical literature, mostly because you couldn't understand or appreciate the old English those authors used. Plus, fantasy appealed to you more when there were only battles with almost no romance in it. Jason once found one of your books lying around and it was filled with parts underlined with a pencil whenever there was a battle you liked.
He laughed when he found actual scores at the end of every battle, you actually gave each battle a score and would put a smiley face or a frowny face if you liked or didn't like the battle. Jason guessed that if you were able to write then you would probably write pointers on how the characters should've fought and what they did wrong.
And as you and Jason grew closer, you slowly failed to notice all the things that were starting to change with him.
You woke up one day to him not wearing his mask while making himself some breakfast, making you confused at first before shrugging and grabbing a yogurt pouch from the fridge to drink while continuing to read a book he bought you a few days ago.
You started to see him more often around the apartment, bringing new things in the apartment every time he would go out for one of his grocery runs. He once came home to two bags filled with clothes for you, making you confused as to why you needed new clothes when the ones you had were just fine even though you were just wearing a shirt and some pants that Jason gave you that were too big on you.
He also started to teach you how to write and would do simple things to take care of you during the day like leaving a plate of your favourite fruits cut in pieces next to you when you were reading or doing some writing exercises.
You never noticed how he would always watch you. How he would study you, on how you acted and the way you moved. Like you were a puzzle he wanted to understand but he didn't have all the pieces of it.
The turning point of his obsession happened when he came home one night, his mind raging him to destroy everything and everyone that was on his path. To kill whoever tried to stop him.
He was trying so hard to go to his room and lock himself there but stopped when he saw you stirring something in a pot on the stove, sipping on a yogurt pouch and listening to the TV playing the mini-series adaptation of Pride and Prejudice on the background.
The sight of you standing there, doing your own thing when he would usually find you on the couch frozen, so still that he sometimes wondered if you were actually breathing as he couldn't see you chest rising. The fact that you felt so safe and relaxed in one of his safe houses, that you would do your own things and not care about his reaction when he would eventually come back.
And when you turned around to look at him, that's when he knew that he could never let you go. You smiled at him even when you saw that his eyes were green instead of his usual blue. You looked at him like he was him and not a monster that even his family was wary of.
You looked at him with no fear in your eyes and said in the most casual tone he ever heard you speak "want some soup? Better eaten together", and he felt all the anger in his body cool down, like it was never there before. And he accepted and ate some soup with you on the couch while watching the Pride and Prejudice series with you.
And everything just felt right at that moment, and he wished that every day would be like this, just you and him eating together in the comfortable silence you unknowingly created.
Unfortunately, everything went down south in just a day that not even Jason could prepare for.
You had been called by Jason via a phone he gave you (something that you usually used to take photos of random things you would see during the day) as he wanted you to come to a restaurant to meet some people.
Unfortunately, you would never make it to the restaurant.
As you followed the GPS map to the restaurant, Scarecrow decided to attack the part of the city you were walking in, using his new fear gas to cause chaos and destruction.
Once you breathed the fear gas, you could see yourself standing in a barren land. You looked around and could see Ares (Scarecrow) standing tall on a hill (on top of a truck) while laughing mockingly at you.
You looked down at yourself and saw that you weren't wearing your normal clothes that Jason threw at you after waking you up and instead you were wearing your warrior garb, the same one in which you fought Ares.
The wounds on your wrists were fully open, just like when the god had pulled the chains off your wrists and were actively bleeding, blood dripping on the ground and slowly forming a puddle on the ground.
You looked back up when you heard Ares's laugh once again and just knew that if he was alive, then you would have to kill him once again.
You did it once. You can do it once more even if you didn't have the Blades of the Gods.
Once you saw that he had some soldiers around, you looked around and saw a pipe lying around, probably from a few explosions you heard going around. You picked it up and swung it around a bit to feel it before running towards the soldiers around Ares, attacking the one most far away from the others.
Once you knocked him out, you swiftly attacked the rest, a bit confused as to why Ares didn't do anything immediately and especially why he didn't even notice his soldiers getting beaten immediately.
You were also disappointed that his soldiers, the one you know he trained himself since he was the one who trained you, and you knew that all his soldiers weren't this weak and dumb. But maybe your memory was playing jokes to you.
Once all the soldiers were knocked out, you got on top of the hill (truck) with a bit of difficulty and stood right in front of him, ready to go on another battle against the god who ruined your life.
You stared at him and dodged his attack towards your head with a pitchfork, making you a bit confused as to why Ares would use such a weapon, before attacking him by hitting his side with the pipe and then on the head when he lowered his head a bit from your first hit.
Afterwards, you kicked him off the hill and jumped down afterwards, discarding the pipe to kick him on the stomach to keep him down. You got down to your knees and started to punch him on the face over and over again, tears pooling in your eyes as all the anger and resentment you felt towards Ares started to resurface.
You had to be pulled away from Ares and felt something prick your neck, making you fight whoever was holding you before feeling yourself growing weaker very fast.
The last thing you saw was the blurry sight of a red helmet, making you let out a weak "Jason..?" before everything went dark.
You woke up in the dark, your body once again sore from your fight against the fake Ares. You groaned when you tried to move your body, letting out a small "μὰ τὴν Ἀθηνᾶν" as you could feel the soreness in your muscles after fighting people when you didn't warm up beforehand.
But, as you tried to move, you realised that you couldn't. You could feel your limbs being held down on something hard and cold, making you panic at the thought of you being back in your prison, especially since you couldn't see where or what was happening around you.
You started to hyperventilate at the thought of being back in that prison, alone in the dark without being allowed to move and stuck on just listening to your thoughts and your parents voices.
In your panic, you didn't notice many eyes staring at you from the dark as you kept panicking. One of the many eyes pushed a button and you slowly felt weak before falling asleep.
The eyes kept watching you until your heartbeat went back to normal before moving to a big screen in the middle of the cave.
A figure was already there, it sat in front of the screen and replaying the short fight you had against Scarecrow before pausing it when you hit the Halloween man on the head with a pile, your face clearly shown in front of the whole screen.
The figure then turned around to look at the rest of the other figures before finally turning the lights on, revealing an annoyed Barbara Gordon and the rest of the Bat vigilantes all in the Batcave.
"Let me get this straight, you found that kid working in an underground fighting ring that looked exactly like the kid we saw being freed from a statue by a cult, which was found dead when we got there, thanks to video surveillance and instead of calling any of us or maybe Diana," she stopped to take a big breath while raising her glasses with one hand and rubbing both of her eyes with the other in frustration before looking back at Jason, who was standing in front of her and didn't look guilty or ashamed of what he did.
"You decided to take care of them when it was clear who they were even though they killed 8 people" she finished angrily, looking at Bruce and Dick to get them to say something to Jason.
Jason just looked at her in silence, letting her speak and reprimand him as he knew she would get angrier if he stopped her mid rant "they're just a kid, I could see them being scared when they were forced to fight me since they thought those bastards had some kids as hostages," he explained, both hands in his leather jacket pockets to hide how hard he was clenching them, ready to attack anyone of his family if they tried to send his little sibling to Arkham or somewhere else.
"They didn't even remember their own name when I asked them, took them a week to remember it and even then," he stopped to take a deep breath, the scene playing in his head, "even after telling me their name, they looked so insecure, like they weren't sure if that was their real name".
He turned his head back to look at where you were sleeping, a small smile forming on his face before quickly returning to a frown when he looked at Bruce "they're a kid that never learned to be a kid, you can't expect them to know what's right and wrong when they were stuck in a statue! So don't you fucking dare do anything to them" and walked to where you were, taking off the restraints that held you down on the bed.
He gently picked you up and went towards the elevator, stopping to look back at the Bats to say "but if you want to learn about them, then just come to my room, they're different than what you believe they are" before stepping into the elevator and getting upstairs.
He brought you to his room and gently laid you down in his bed, knowing you would panic if you woke up again in a dark room while being restrained. He turned around to see his family at the door and smiled, happy that they listened to him and trusted him.
You woke up on a bed once again but it was soft this time, It wasn't hard and after a few seconds you realised that you weren't restrained.
You slowly sat up and looked around, curious as to where you were since you spent most of your time in Jason's apartment and never really went outside the city.
As you looked around, someone walked inside the room and waited until you turned to look at him to say something.
"You're awake, good. Are you hungry?"
You looked at him confused, not knowing who he was before noticing that he was holding a plate of soup, making you quickly nod as you wanted to eat that.
You grabbed the food when the man offered you the plate and started to eat eagerly, immediately knowing that the soup was made by Jason as you recognised the ingredients and the way it was cooked.
As you ate, you looked at the man standing next to the bed, curious as to why he was still there and why he was smiling while watching you eat.
You gave him the empty plate when you were done and asked, "Jason?", wanting to know where the man was as you felt safest with him and wanted to be with him, assuming the man knew Jason since he brought you a plate of soup that only Jason could make.
The man smiled once again, making you feel a bit creeped out at how much he was smiling to you as you never met someone so happy.
"Oh, he's downstairs with the others. Want to go to him?"
You nodded at it and slowly got up, holding back a groan at the pain you felt from how sore you felt before following the man, watching him the whole time as you needed to see if he was trustworthy and ready to attack him if he was going to attack you.
Once you got downstairs and walked inside a room, which reminded you of the living room of the mansion of Mr Darcy. But that thought quickly faded in the back once you saw Jason sitting between two men you didn't know.
But you didn't care and ran up to him, hugging him when he got up, happy that he was here and calm, which meant that the people in the room are safe and not a threat.
As you hugged, you didn't see the way Jason looked at you and how the rest of the family were looking at you and Jason, failing to see the upcoming threat that the family would soon to come towards the two of you.
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🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.
With all my gratitude, – Mohamed
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Meet Hammad A.
Hammad is one out of 9 members of his family. He is the eldest boy and the sole provider of his family at the young age of 24 since his father has been battling heart disease, and consequently suffered a debilitating heart attack.
[TW: Close by sounds of heavy artillery shelling and bombing.]
Months ago, at the start of the war, the neighborhood that Hammad and his family grew up in, where they created and held so many cherished memories and bonds, was besieged.
For days, Hammad and his family were trapped, terrified, between the once stable, now crumbling, walls of his home that once brought comfort and privacy to him now threatened to crush him beneath the rubble and the violent shelling of bullets and bombs whistling past their ears through the air and decimating anything it came in contact with.
His family sat, hungry, terrified, praying to live, watching the sun make its rounds past the plumes of black smoke rising from crumpled homes that once lined their block. This is only a fraction of what Hammad has been forced to endure for the over 550 days.
He watched his beautiful home be destroyed — the memories of his childhood, destroyed; the hard work he and his family put into creating their home, destroyed; the pride he and his family had of their home, destroyed; comfort and security, destroyed.
So Hammad pitched a tent. In the face of exposure to harsh elements, forced conditions of unsanitary environments where disease and sickness spreads rapidly, and deprived of the most basic necessities with skyrocketing costs for flour, clothes, and shelter, Hammad persevered to keep his family alive and as safe as he could. He cared for his father as best he could, but his heart disease requires an operation that none of the besieged or otherwise destroyed hospitals of Gaza can do.
But a day came where deafening and core shaking sounds of shelling and bombardment shook the nearby area as they prepared food. Terrified, they ran for their lives. And when they were able to return, their tent has caught fire and burnt down, along with the few items in their tent that they were able to grab from their home before it was destroyed.
Faced with extreme hunger, thirst, displacement, and now the tent burnt down leading to more exposure to the harsh elements, Hammad’s father’s condition has only worsened. The resilience and strength Hammad has constantly and consistently shown only goes so far in the face of the lifeblood of his family suffering under such dire conditions, and I cannot bear for Hammad to have to endure the heartbreak of losing his father.
There is no more room for any more tragedy in his life. We cannot allow it.
While there is a lot of notes on the last post about Hammad’s campaign, traction has been dwindling fast and donations have been slowing down. I cannot emphasize enough the urgency of this campaign and how critically Hammad needs your help.
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So yeah i been playing with different colors lately. These are sketchs i made in school (i have no clothing references :[ )and if this adult clover design is looking similar to yours pls DM me because most of the Clover redesigns looks similar :[. (CHECK THE DONATİON RBS İF YOU ABLE TO DONATE/HELP)
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️🩹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
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Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
What if each of the Main Characters had killed one of the 6 humans (except for Papyrus; and in Toriel’s case, it was an accident) … What if even when the Souls are harvested, and in jars… Their Spirits can still haunt their Killers… What if the Spirits haunt their Killers, by sitting on their shoulders and quietly death glaring them (their sins; literally on their shoulders) … And only the Killers can truly see the Spirits… Killers: Toriel + Asgore + Undyne + Alphys + Mettaton + Sans! 👻
what if the ghosts join Frisk after they make friends/peace with the killers... or by having their power absorbed. And each monster loses their trait after killing them.
Toriel - Patience
They were such a sweet child but were very ill. They'd been sick for as long as they could remember (part of the reason they ran away). Toriel completely broke down while caring for them, unable to take the memories of Chara and her past failures. Panic and intolerance overtook her. In the end, her neglect caused her to fail. Again. Toriel gave the soul to Sans in misery.
The child was grateful and un-vengeful. They were, after all, a patient and tolerant thing. That's not to say they were happy with her. Their hauntings consist of a wordless presence. It's chilling, instilling in her a deep irritation and panic. Enough to make her fight instead of losing another child. Total kills: 0
Sans - Bravery
They were scared, but they went on anyway. Sans could see it, and he could respect it. They were tough. They reminded him of Papyrus in a way. ...Or, that's what I'd say if he had taken the time to get to know them. He caught them on the outskirts of Snowden and they were dead where they stood. It was a lazy, cowardly kill.
The kid faced death head-on with an ire. They knew from the moment they fell that it was likely, maybe even inevitable, and they went on anyway. That's what made them brave. Their hauntings are wordless, blunt-force trauma that pierce Sans's numbness with flat and gripping terror. They LOVE to taunt him. Especially by hanging around Papyrus. Sans is too busy being protective to think about what good friends they would have made. Or maybe it's just easier to pretend he doesn't notice.
Total kills: 4 (defending themself)
Undyne - Integrity
They were a good kid. They'd been doing well in the underground, being upfront and sincere about what they wanted: to go home. Their plan was to meet with the king and plead their case, believing that integrity was their best weapon.
Undyne, at first, did not realize they were a human. They were the first one she encountered. Their mistake was telling her the truth. If they'd just been a little less moral, a little more dishonest, Undyne may have been a very good friend of theirs. But between Asgore and this new human, Undyne knew where her loyalties had to lie.
Their hauntings are loud, mournful, and direct. They knew what was happening was wrong. Everything about it was wrong, the other children, them, and they fought back. Undyne's honor was stolen from her the second she landed her first blow.
Total kills: 0, but they took Undyne's eye.
Alphys - Perseverance
Alphys didn't mean to kill them. She watched them march onward, curiosity and resolve equipped like tool and weapon. They journeyed forward with a persistence Alphys envied. She didn't mean to kill them, but it was her traps that did them in.
They were the first soul she experimented on. It was mostly their extract that fed the amalgamates. When they haunt her, it's in the shadow of her own failures. Her eagerness worn away, her willingness to give up and hide rather than press onward and face her consequences.
Total kills: 2 (accidents)
Mettaton - Kindness
They tried their best to be a friendly face. A select few monsters took pity on them and helped hide/disguise them on their journey to Asgore so they didn’t run into many people.
Mettaton’s original body was designed to find and kill humans, however. He discovered them sneaking their way through the core. Their death was messy and slow. Bombs will do that to humans. Even as they died, they tried to talk to him. Their hauntings are cold and quiet. Trying to cope Mettaton threw himself harder than ever into being LOUD—visually, audibly, metaphorically, every way possible—and in the process became unkind to his friends, especially Napstablook and Alphys.
Total kills: 0
Asgore - Justice
The only child to make it all the way to him. They knew what had happened to the monsters was wrong. They also knew the kings decision was a cruel, repressive, immoral, cowardly, and intolerable one.
Asgore is burdened by every soul he holds, but they haunt him directly. They talk to him. They ask him questions about every decision he makes. They sit across from him while he eats. They are the judge that carries his soul. His act destroys him.
Total kills: unknown
Because that is the color of patience. This dude got employed to LİTERALLY catch the human down the moment he saw them but instead he presented himself as that "too lazy to do anything" part of him but still goes after you and patiently watch you and judge you. That's where the yellow added too. Shortly, his eyes glow Cyan and Yellow because he waits all the game and be fair to you in the judgement hall.
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Ok so, sorry to say to y'all but I won't be writing much this month and the next one as I am preparing for a big exam I'll have to take in June that will say if I can pass highschool.
Also I am waiting, with fear, for what subjects I might be getting for that exam! Because they change! I will die.
İ guess you can say, they are blinded by LOVE.
The effects of LOVE are quite overstated.
It has been quite frequent to see the concept of LOVE mentioned by Sans in his judgments being interpreted as a force progressively depriving the person possessing it of all empathy or judgement until they are rendered into practical killing machines whilst approaching the cap of 20.
Whilst there are some truths to part of these concepts, interestingly, extrapolating implicit data from the game suggests that the effects LOVE have on a character's personality, whilst existing, are not as significant as they are generally believed to be.
Let's do a proper analysis of what we can say of LOVE's effects based only on the in-game content :
First, aside from Sans' words about it, do we dispose of any clear cut examples of changes relating to LV to analyse ?
That might seem like a silly question, but some of the lines that are often attributed to LV-induced personality changes turn out to not actually be LV-dependent once you check the game's code.
For instance, the narration of the bag of dog food is decided through kill count, not LV, meaning that it possible for instance to get the 'pessimistic line' despite not gaining any LOVE, and thus, this line cannot be attributed to changes related strictly to LV gain and isn't very useful to us here.
Actually, the amount of direct evidence we see of it having any effect at all which we can be certain off is quite small. But such a thing does exist via interactions relating to this dummy :
LV1 :
LV2+ :
LV5+ :
LV 8+ :
The only factor involved in deciding which of these lines will appear after deciding to punch the dummy is LOVE, it is notably distinct from other similar interactions like those mentioned above which tend to be governed by some variation of a kill count or a check regarding wether particular characters were killed.
As similar LV can be reached through killing various amount of monsters or varieties of monsters, unique or not, no equivalence can be built between the required LV for each of those interactions and particular character(s) or amount of monsters required to be killed to reach said LV.
We can thus only take the code of the game at face value and conclude that those changes are strictly caused by changes dependent on the influence of the LV we've gathered in our route so far.
The first pattern that can be established is that the narration in the left column reports Frisk punching the dummy with increasing levels of strength following our command as LV increases.
In the right column, there is a split between the four lines in the middle regarding the way the narration reports it.
The first two lines are narrated in the more common style, notably, explicitly reminding us that the actions or thoughts presented are Frisk's by refering to them as "you" as the subject of the sentence.
Those first two lines describe Frisk going from regret to a form of hesitant apathy regarding the fact that they've just punched a dummy as LV grows.
The latter two lines, however, mark a change in the narration type.
The "you" is dropped, and the thoughts presented are instead presented in a declarative form. This form is often used for first person affirmations, but can also be used outside of it in order to showcase a strong emotionally-driven reaction.
This ambiguity is particularly relevant here, as it blurs the line between wether those thoughts are Frisk's, the narrator's, or both. A detail that gains much importance under the NarraChara theory.
That being said, this nuance leads to a similar conclusion regarding LOVE in either case :
If the thoughts are fully Frisk's, then the last lines have Frisk moving from a hesitant apathy to a confident one before ultimately "feeling good". This would stay in line with the previous pattern.
(Although it is worth nothing that the "feel good" part may be at least partially due to a kind of natural endorphin release in Frisk's body from the physical exercise of "punching at full force", and thus could be only indirectly due to LV.)
If NarraChara is taken into account, then this would mean that this transformation in the tone of the narration in the last lines is due to LV related changes on Chara. And that this ambiguity in the phrasing of who those feelings belong to may indicate that the same observations we've just made on Frisk previously would apply to them similarly.
(Note : Given that the game code and files suggests that Chara and Frisk share their statistics, them both being affected by this same LV count would be coherent.)
In the official japanese version of the game, those lines for the dummy are mostly similar. However, the first two lines of the left column are a bit less distinct from each other, and the narration phrasing ambiguity seems to begin on the 2nd line of the right column rather than the 3rd.
Okay, so, what's wrong about the common perception, then ?
So far, it seems that LV does have some kind of trend that leads to growing apathy regarding the suffering of others and more aggressive actions being taken as a result of identical stimuli as it increases. That doesn't sound too far off ?
Well, sort of, but careless extrapolation made from those basic ideas have led to the emergence of theories and interpretations that treat those effects as being more consistent, generalised, and effective than can hold up to the scrutiny of our known cases through aggressive neutral routes.
Here is what i mean :
In some of the more aggressive variants of the neutral route, it is possible to attain a really high LOVE that comes close to what we see in the genocide route. Comparison between those routes and the genocide one, or sometimes content from these neutral routes themselves, can help show us incoherencies in some of those popular interpretations regarding how much difference LV really makes.
The first one that comes to mind is a popular one among 'Chara Defenders', suggesting that Chara's openly aggressive actions & narration which are specific to the genocide route in particular would really be a result of "corruption" induced by the LV-related changes which we would have forced onto them.
How well does this theory hold up through the aggressive neutral routes ?
Well...
Not very well.
To make a 'short' list :
Chara's "corruption" in genocide would generally begin to show as soon as LV3 at the end of the Ruins, however, they show no particular signs of this "corruption" in any neutral routes despite being able to reach much higher LV's of say, 14 near the end of the game.
It is possible to arrive at the end of the Ruins (or other areas) whilst having the same LV as in genocide during a neutral route, yet Chara shows none of those "corruption" lines in those cases either.
It is possible to finish many areas in the genocide route whilst having a lower/higher LV than usual by only fighting particular monsters who give you more/less EXP than average, yet none of Chara's genocide lines are changed to account for this lower of higher LV.
It is possible to abort the genocide route at many points by sparing a particular monster or failing to reach a kill count. When this happens, Chara's "corruption" lines suddenly disappear although the LV doesn't.
This still happens even if Chara's LV would have remained the same wether the monster was killed or not. Thus the lack of extra LV from the spared monter cannot explain this difference.
The aggressiveness shown by Chara does not seem to correlate with their growth in LV. For instance, they treat Toriel more harshly than Papyrus despite a past connection between Chara and Toriel and a lower LV at the time of that encounter.
Regarding some interpretations of the final genocide scene : Why would Chara oppose us for what we did at this point in time ? Shouldn't they still be "corrupted" ? The files at this stage still continue to list our LV as 20 indicating that they should.
Similarly, regarding some interpretations of the soulless pacifist route : If their previous behavior came from corruption, why would Chara kill at this stage or follow up on their previous plan ? By now our LV has long been reset to 1 and said corruption should no longer be in effect.
For all these reasons, it would not be coherent for the peculiarly aggressive behavior shown by Chara during the genocide route to be strictly caused by LV-induced changes.
To be fair, this time some minimum amount of LV is required to progress through the route and access many of those lines, meaning that a minor impact of said required LV cannot be ruled out, but this does mean nevertheless that the primary reason as to why Chara behaves this way in genocide is not related to their LV.
Actually, once you remove from consideration all those things, what you are left with in the rest of the genocide route is a Chara that hardly seems all that impacted by LV at all despite having a very high one.
In New Home, they still display some hints of emotional reactions in spite of a LV of 19.
And throughout the whole genocide route, NarraChara continues going through the regular encounters with the same jokes or sarcasm-filled comments as they would in any other route (If you take the time to ACT a bit or read the narration before killing that monster.) Once again, even with a LV of say, 15.
That doesn't make the very high LV's seem like they turn one into that much of a mind-numbed killing machine does it ?
Okay... Well, what about Frisk, then ? Our other example ?
There are some more narrations out there who can bring us a bit more information about Frisk :
The Sans fight can only be triggered if all previous checks of the genocide route have all been properly met up to this point. This means that it is not possible to start this fight at any other LV than 19, as the NEO fight is scripted to send you to that LV if the criteria for Sans are met.
Therefore, the narration of the Sans fight talks about a Frisk that necessarily has a very high LV of 19.
And yet...
Even at this point, Frisk does not seem to be immune to thoughts regarding the morality of the actions their body has undertaken. It quite literally appears to weigh on them.
This isn't a one-off case either :
If the genocide route is aborted in Hotland, Mettaton NEO has some special dialogue that goes in the same direction :
he says it quite clearly :
And, the same thing also applies regarding the regular encounters too. The ACTs Frisk can take and their behavior whilst executing them remain unchanged compared to a pacifist route, even during the end-stages of genocide in Hotland.
Of course, it isn't like we could have expected Toby to adapt the ACTs and narration of all encounters to vary depending on LV either, that would have been very tedious to code, but such a pronounced absense of any change is definitely noteworthy.
This all leads us to a few conclusions.
It is correct that LV can affect one's personality to some extent, but :
The effects of LV are not consistent through time & situations, they show up quite sporadically. Most of the time, you could hardly tell the difference between someone with high LV or merely LV1 during an average interaction.
Even having an extremely high LV does not dehumanise you. One can still feel emotions and conserve proper judgment or capacity for self-reflection.
The growth in LV magnifies the impact of its effects when they do manifest, but it does not seem to alter the frequency of such events.
It is not possible for LV to be the determining factor in Chara's behavior during the genocide route.
As Sans originally said : LV is above all a capacity to hurt, not a permanent necessary degradation of perception.
The Gaster Blaster arm was used to be what?
had an idea for my queen alphys ending take including the cool gaster blaster arm
they built a bunch of weapons to be prepared just in case another aggressive human falls down (most of them are built into hotland), and this was one of them. (alphys can use it too she just cant put it on her arm bc it was fitted for sans)
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"Any Last Words?"
i loveable kittys!!!!
Odysseus: Would you still love me if you knew all the horrible things I’ve done?
Penelope, twirling her hair: What horrible things?
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Ehat if reader got captured and turned into a Talon by the court of owls? Lets say they heard a scream for help and went to investigate but it was a trap and the got captured . Lets assume readers spider powers are still used as extra help . Maybe the batfam finds out when the court sends reader to a place that batfam was in. What would be the reactions and what would they do?
Songbird's Eulogy
I'm gonna be honest, I loved this ask and this will become a serie if you guys want to read it!
Dividers made by @thecutestgrotto
W.C: 8k
Tw: blood, description of dead bodies and their wounds, probably bad description of Alzheimer in a character
The air in the Batcave was so thick with tension that it could be cut with a knife, most of the family present except for Alfred, who was upstairs cooking dinner and Cassandra, who was in Hong Kong at the moment.
Tim was at the computer next to Bruce, who was observing Tim working while the younger vigilante was typing away and looking at several screens that played what looked like the same videos all at the same time, trying to find anything different in it even if the video kept showing the same things over and over again while mumbling stuff with Bruce, exchanging theories as to what was happening or if one of the two found anything that the other missed.
Dick and Damian were sparring but both were distracted, as they were both doing the same moves over and over again, their eyes unfocused as their minds were thinking of the case while Jason and Duke were both working on their bikes, exchanging tools and also sharing information of the case as Jason had some information thanks to the Crime Alley kids, even though it did cost him a lot since many of those kids had contradicting stories so knowing which ones were true or not was difficult and time consuming.
Stephanie was the only one who was sipping on some tea Alfred made her a few minutes ago while reading the same file of the case to see if the police missed anything or to see if her reading it for the 20th time would result in her finding something she didn't notice before, her eye twitching as she kept hearing the same ominous whistle from the speakers on the batcomputer, making it even more annoying and creepy.
The yet another ominous whistle is her breaking point. She suddenly slams the cup on the hard wood of the table, as if she wants it to tremble. Luckily the cup didn't break. As everybody realises where the sound is coming from their head snap towards that direction, as if snapping out a trance. This unexpected event pulled Dick out his alert mode, and as Damian's punch hit his side he falls down in pain, loudly complaining about the hit being "too strong" while Damian ignores him to walk up to Tim and Bruce. Jason and Duke also both looked up from their bikes with a concerned look, they were both tuning out the audio from the batcomputer for the twelfth time, and almost jumped at the sharp sound.
Bruce looked at Stephanie without saying anything as the girl glared at him and Tim, who just looked like he was on the bring of a nervous breakdown as he was replaying the videos at the same time to find anything that could be useful for the case, even though he was doing that for at least two days and nothing showed up, even though he sent all those videos through all kinds of analysis software the batcomputer had and even the Justice League had in the Watchtower.
"Can you please stop replaying that damn whistle?! I've been hearing that shit for the past week and I swear to god, if I hear that one more time I will kill you Timothy Jackson Drake and no Lazarus pit will be able to resuscitate you after I am done with you."
And Stephanie did look ready to kill, her eye twitching as she glared at Tim, who just sipped on a cup full of an overly caffeinated drink with eye bags so prominent that the girl wondered for a few seconds how long he'd been awake to study the security feeds from Babs, autopsy records, police reports and any leads the detectives had at the moment and whatever the vigilantes could find.
The girl kept glaring at Tim, ignoring Dick's groans and Damian's voice as he told him to stop being a baby, while Duke and Jason went back to take care of their own bikes while still talking.
In her frustration, she threw all the files that she was reading on the table, ignoring how all the papers and the photos in the files scattered on the table and made a mess.
"How the hell are we supposed to find this supposed killer?! The only thing we have is this fucking whistle" she started, her frustration clear in her face as she hadn't slept in days thanks to the extra hours of patrol and her refusing to go to sleep to help with the case, "and this!".
She stopped her rant to quickly search through all the files and photos for a specific one, stopping once she found two that she deemed good enough and grabbed them before walking up to Tim and Bruce since they were the ones who were the closest, ignoring Dick and Damian who were walking up to them to see what was happening.
The moment she showed them the pictures, everything fell silent. Faint breaths were felt in the air, like oxygen was slowly running out as tension and discomfort slowly grew as everyone stared at the pictures. The photos were horrid, whoever did that was full of rage as both bodies on the photos were scratched, especially on their sides, arms and chest, like the killer was scratching them while the victims were trying to cover themselves with their bodies as other areas of their body, like their chest and stomach was ok with no scratches present. But the most horrible thing that caught everyone's eyes just like the first time they all saw the bodies was that both victims sported the same killing method, with both of them having their necks cut open in the most gruesome way possible as the killer scratched the necks of the victims.
Everyone shuddered, except Stephanie, as they stared at the photos since the girl was showing them to everyone around her to make a point and to show how crazy it was to find any clues just from those wounds.
The older man stared at his kids without saying anything as Damian and Stephanie started arguing once again about who did it, with Stephanie accusing the League for all the murders happening in Gotham while Damian was defending the League as he explained that no good assassin trained under the League, and especially under his grandfather, would kill their targets in such a stupid and sadistic way since they were trained to kill efficiently and quickly while this killer acted like they were playing with their victims and wanted their deaths to be slow.
Bruce just sighed as he recognised how exhausted his kids were from the stress of the case while they kept fighting, with Dick joining Steph's side and Tim joining Damian's, knowing that they wouldn't listen to him if he told them to take a break or to stop fighting, especially since he was always the first one to ignore that suggestion when offered.
He quickly grabbed his phone once he heard it ringing, thinking and hoping it was Gordon or Barbara with any news about the case before looking confused and worried when he saw that it was Alfred calling him. He picked up and could hear a woman's voice in the background talking to someone as Alfred just said "Master Bruce, Miss Amelie has arrived with Boris and she wants to see you, it seems that she's having an episode" before hanging up, most likely to make some tea for the unexpected but not unwelcome guests that arrived.
He sighed before noticing Tim looking at him alongside the others who stopped fighting once they heard what Alfred said on the call, making him sigh once again since he knew he couldn't ignore Amelie to keep working on the case so he just started walking to the elevator to get upstairs faster instead of using the stairs.
He looked a bit surprised when both Jason and Damian also got in the elevator but didn't say anything to the duo, knowing how close the two have gotten to the woman after years of her coming to the Manor looking for him. He thanked Tim patience for managing to convince Alfred on getting a smartphone so he could call and text the rest of the bats without having to get down to the cave every time due to his old age, which proved itself useful as now the older man had now a folder full of recipes he and Jason share to each other, plus all the passive aggressive messages towards everyone or someone specific when he found them not taking care of themselves.
As the trio walked to the room designated for her when she decided to come they could already hear the woman talk to a man who was trying to calm he down, before stopping to look at the door once she heard Bruce knocking and then entering. The woman immediately ran to Bruce in tears, her beautiful hair in the messiest bun that made Bruce wonder what happened as he knew how attentive she was with her hair as a model, something that she now didn't do as much after the accident, and her eyes almost fully red from her tears.
"Bruce! Bruce you have to listen, my baby is out there, I know that [Y/N] is not dead! The hospital keeps telling me that my little star is dead but I know that they're lying! Bruce please, find our little star". She started crying once again, her face on his chest with her hands holding his shirt as she cried about [Y/N] not being dead, that her little star was out there and to not listen to the hospital and the police, begging the man to help her.
Bruce looked at Boris, who just sighed when he locked eyes with him and shook his head, looking exhausted with bags under his eyes that were challenging Tim's, before looking down at Amelie once again. He only now noticed that she was in her pajama, one of her slippers missing, and holding one of [Y/N]'s old plushie to her chest with one hand as she kept her tight hold on his shirt with the other hand, her hand trembling like she believed that he wouldn't believe her if she let go of him. "Amelie, it's ok, we're searching for [Y/N] along with the police, we'll find them soon" he murmured softly as he managed to untie her hair and brush it a bit with his fingers to help her relax, smiling softly as she visibly started to relax when she felt his hands in her hair and massaging her scalp.
"Find our baby, please" she mumbled, her hold on his shirt starting to loosen as he kept massaging her scalp, making Bruce hum and reassured her for a few minutes, knowing that it was helping as she slowly let go of him and just hugged the plushie close to her chest.
Once he knew she was calm enough after all the reassurance, he gently put his hands on her shoulders to lead her to the couch, where Damian and Jason were already sitting and waiting for her and Bruce. On the table in front of the couch were a few albums and after helping her sit down on it he handed one to her, opening it to a random page and pointing to a random photo of [Y/N], who was giving their biggest smile while on the car, their mouth and cheeks covered in ice cream. "Why don't you tell them who [Y/N] is, I'm sure Damian is curious to know about his older sibling," He suggested softly, smiling to her as she immediately started to talk about [Y/N] while leaning on Jason, the plushie now in Damian's arms as the two boys listened intently to the woman even though they probably heard the same story almost every month, but they didn't seem to care especially when the woman would remember new stories every time she came.
Bruce got up when he knew Amelie was fully engrossed in talking about [Y/N] and walked up to Boris, knowing the man was her caretaker and most importantly, he was the only person who knew her best. "Boris what happened? Are you ok?" he asked, mostly wanting to know if she was getting too hard to handle for him alone as he saw a bruise on his cheek and if he needed help, knowing how much he was already doing for the poor woman since the accident.
"I was making her lunch when she went in [Y/N]'s old room and started to call for them but I was too busy to hear her and distract her. She started crying and started to remember that night, I'm sorry Bruce but I can't do this alone anymore." was what the man said out of exhaustion, his eyes filling with tears as he tried to keep it together while in the same room of Amelie, probably not wanting to cause her distress if she saw him crying.
Bruce just nodded and patted the man on the shoulder before walking him to the kitchen, smiling at Alfred when he already had some tea ready for them and few sandwiches on a plate. He sat down on a stool next to Boris and offered him some of the little sandwiches, knowing the man probably skipped dinner to come to the Manor with Amelie at such late hour.
"Boris, we've been friends ever since Amelie came here for the first time after what happened, and you know I wouldn't say this if I didn't believe you could do this alone, but you need to hire another caretaker or at least a house keeper so she can help you with normal activities." He started, knowing the man was stubborn and also felt responsible of taking care of Amelie after the accident. "I mean look at you! Did she hit you or?" He asked, noticing that the bruise was already fading, which meant that it happened some time ago but still made it concerning since Amelie was never violent before.
Boris sighed once again, making Bruce wonder if that was the only thing the man did all day, before explaining "It was my fault, I entered the house late at night after having to run to the store to grab a few things that I needed badly for Amelie and for lunch but she thought I was an intruder, she didn't recognise me," he stopped for a second to take a deep breath, tears slowly running down his eyes as he remembered the look of fear in Amelie's face as she didn't recognise him, "I managed to take off my hat but she did manage to throw a small statue we had in the living room at my face" he finished.
Bruce patted the man's back when he heard Boris's sigh and offered him a few tissues, knowing the man was tired and would finally accept his help in the form of a caretaker or house keeper that he would pay for, even though he's already paying for his mortgage and every single bill without the Belarusian man knowing, not wanting him to feel indebted to the richer man than he already felt.
"Maybe a house keeper can help me, the house is honestly a mess and I can't keep up with it, plus I can't keep looking out for her when cooking, it's just impossible for me only" Boris said before starting devouring all the sandwiches on the plate, stopping once or twice to drink some tea so he wouldn't choke. He blushed when he noticed Bruce watching him "I haven't eaten in two days, Amelie has been incredibly difficult and I never found the time to eat" he explained and thanked Alfred when the older man presented him with a plate full of pasta that he made for the starving man once he heard his stomach grumble loudly when he entered the kitchen.
Bruce smiled at him and patted him on the back once again "it's ok Boris, I'll hire someone and pay for it, you just relax here for a bit and eat, you look spent" he said before suddenly hearing Barbara's voice in his ears, telling him that another body was found in an alley thanks to a few cameras around and she already notified the police but he should send someone there before the police ruins the crime scene.
The man quickly got up and escused himself out of the room to use the comms in his ear to tell Damian and Duke to go, telling both boys that this was top priority and to go immediately, ignoring Damian's complaints since he was with Amelie and she was finally telling him and Jason a new story about [Y/N]. He once again ignored the boy's complains and ordered him to go with Duke as he needed him to protect Duke while he was using his meta abilities as all the previous crime scenes didn't reveal anything so they needed Duke's abilities to know something.
As he finished speaking to Damian and receiving confirmation that he was going with Duke he went back into the kitchen to smile at Boris, who was at his second plate of pasta and absolutely devouring the dish, and gave him a quick excuse "sorry, some problems at the WE, make yourself comfortable and Alfred will take care of everything" before leaving to the batcave, sending a quick text to everyone currently in the Manor to not leave anything bat related upstairs as there were guests staying in the Manor. He sent the text as he entered the elevator, the doors closing in front of him as his thumb pressed sent on the text.
When the doors of the elevator opened again to show the familiar cave he quickly ran to the batcomputer to check the video that Babs sent, a bit surprised when he saw that Tim wasn't on the chair right in front of the computer like he expected but he quickly found him once he scanned the room, sleeping on the floor with Stephanie on top of him as she sipped on her tea and using her phone like she didn't do anything when she noticed Bruce looking at her with his usual dissapointed stare.
"Hey I warned him, he's the one who played that whistle again so I just executed on my threat" was the only thing she said before going back to using her phone like nothing happened, making Bruce sigh but he didn't do anything about it since Tim was sleeping instead of focusing on the case and drinking ungodly amounts of coffee and energy drinks. "Just move him to his room afterwards, don't want him to sleep in the cave" was the only thing he said as he sat on the chair and focused on the multitude of screens of the batcomputer.
He opened the new video once he finally received the notification from Babs, keeping his line with Duke and Damian open to be ready if anything happened to the two while at the crime scene, before sitting back to watch the video, hoping that it wouldn't be as useless as the others they had.
Duke was in his bike with Damian behind him with his own helmet, talking with Babs on the comms as she guided him to the crime scene, breaking so many laws as he drove since he knew that if he got there after the GCPD then the crime scene would be ruined and it would be difficult for him to use his ability with police officers walking around the crime scene.
As he took a very sharp turn he quickly switched his comms line to talk with Damian and asked "you ok there little man?", knowing that he was driving very dangerously but he couldn't afford to waste a single second by following the law at the moment. He laughed when he just heard Damian click his tongue and then just lightly hit the side of his helmet to say that he was ok.
The duo quickly got off the bike when they finally reached the alley and Damian quickly went around it to close off the alley both ways so the GCPD wouldn't enter it without his permission and mess up the crime scene while Duke set his bike in the other side of the road in another alley before finally walking inside the right alley, stepping over the yellow tape Damian quickly put before going to the other side of the alley, taking many pictures of all the blood he saw on the floor in small puddles, alongside a phone that he quickly put in an evidence bag so Babs could see if there was anything that could be useful.
He found a gun with only one bullet inside while the bullets rounds were lying around before the body, and as he grabbed it to put in an evidence plastic bag, alongside the used bullets rounds in another bag. He quickly found the bullets that were fired in a small pile next to the victim's body, all covered in blood and obviously having been taken out of whoever got shot, making him shudder when he saw them as he wondered who was crazy enough to actually pull the bullets out of their body and leave them on a pile like they were returning them.
When he finally reached the body he had to give himself a minute at the sight of the man's slaughtered throat, feeling bile coming up his throat as he couldn't manage to look away at the man's body, the terrified expression on the poor man's face as he died still impressed on his face, his clothes tattered and in some parts torn that Duke's first thought was that he got attacked by a wild animal but the clean cuts on his arms and cheeks showed that it wasn't an animal.
As he stared at the corpse his hand slowly travelled to his throat as he felt pain from it, like he was experiencing the same pain the man felt when it happened and he didn't even use his powers to see the past, making him even more horrified at what he was seeing.
With trembling hands he raised his phone to take some photos of the body and the black veins that showed on the side of his neck, making Duke think that the man probably got poisoned but he couldn't pinpoint the exact poison used just from the black in his veins and skin.
As he kept taking photos he noticed that the black travelled down to his right arm, probably where the man got poisoned with a needle or knife but he couldn't see it from where he was standing so he slowly encouraged himself to move, trying his hardest not to puke as he put on some gloves so he wouldn't leave any prints that could incriminate him or ruin the crime scene.
He slowly raised the torn sleeve of the man's shirt to hopefully find the knife or needle wound but instead he saw something that made him connect his mask camera's to the batcomputer so Bruce could see what the boy was seeing, as he was sure the photo wouldn't be able to capture everything he was seeing.
The right arm of the man had a bite mark that was obviously made by a human mouth, making Duke feel sick and almost puke as he could see how deep the bite was just by the skin around it broke, showing signs of struggle from the man but that didn't do anything to stop it or making it let go of him.
Duke got up and made a signal to Damian to stay alert as he was gonna use his powers and needed the boy to be ready since he would be vulnerable while watching what happened, afraid of what he was gonna see after seeing the man's wounds and bite. He also turned off his mask's camera to not worry Bruce once it all turned black from his powers.
He sighed and started using the shadows of the alley to use his Ghost vision, his eyes turning white completely as his body froze in place to watch and finally know who the killer was.
(this is what happened, it will be written with italics)
Duke opened his eyes and saw that he was now in the same alley and was standing right in front of the guy, now alive and animatedly talking on the phone with someone as he paced back and fort in the alley while smoking a cigarette.
Duke ignored the man's conversation with whoever he was at the other end of the phone call to slowly walk around the alley, mostly to see if there was anything suspicious that wasn't there when he first came to check the body but unfortunately everything was the same as when he arrived for the first time.
He kept looking around for a bit before stopping when he heard an ominous whistle, the same one he heard from all the videos Babs sent them, making him grab his eskrima sticks to defend himself and the man out of habit before remembering that this already happened and he couldn't do anything to stop whatever happened next.
Duke looked back at the man when he heard him stop talking after he heard the whistle, his face turning into a terrified expression, his phone dropping on the floor as he tried to grab his gun with shaking hands, making it more difficult for the man as Duke could see how nervous he was. Both men froze as they heard the same whistle from the same being but with more insistence to it, like they were asking permission or calling for someone with how insistent the whistle sounded to the African-American teen.
Both men quickly looked to the other side of the alley, showing a badly illuminated street thanks to a broken streetlamp that kept going on and off, showing an empty street but once it went off and on again a kid, maybe 14 years old or less was standing in the alley under the streetlight.
As they both stared at the kid, Duke tried to study the kid since the alley wasn't that big but could only see up to the kid's face, even though most of it was hidden by a white mask that was familiar but he couldn't really see it perfectly from that distance while the man was cursing under his breath in Italian, making Duke wonder who the kid was and how the man knew them and especially wanted to know why he was so scared of them.
Then, all of the sudden, a low whistle came from the rooftop of one of the buildings around them, making the kid jump up in joy before getting in position, making Duke curse under his breath as he managed to understand that the kid was he killer from how scared the man was after he heard the other whistle.
Everything else happened in such a blur that Duke thought Flash was in Gotham by how fast the kid was that even he had difficulty see them, before seeing that they were biting the man's arm, their teeth so deep in the skin that blood was already trickling out the kid's mouth and into the floor to form a few small puddles.
In panic and from the pain of the bite, Duke witnessed the man shoot the kid in the leg for two times and three times on the sides when he saw that the kid didn't even flinch from being shot in the leg but the kid remained attached to his arm, black slowly spreading around their mouth to the man's skin, making him drop the gun.
Once the kid finally pulled away from the man, Duke could see that the venom was already spreading from the black spreading through the man's arm and was slowly going to his head.
Duke kept watching in horror and in guilt as he could've been there to save the man but instead of patrolling the street he was back at the cave to help the others solve the case of these killings while the actual murderer was watching one of their many victims cry and beg for their life while smiling with their mouth full of blood of the victim.
He thought that would be the end of it, that the kid would kill the man by tearing his throat open but instead the kid skipped over the man, making the man stumble back before falling on the floor, claws coming out of their fingers like cats, and just started scratching the poor man body with no objective, their smile the worst thing Duke was seeing as he could see how the kid wasn't being forced or controlled by someone.
No, they were doing this because they liked it. They thought it was fun.
As the vigilante watched, he heard another whistle from the same person but it was shorter, like the person was calling the kid like it was time to go home and to stop playing since the kid looked annoyed when they heard that whistle since their smile got replaced by a pout.
Duke watched as the kid huffed and looked down at the man before smiling once again and leaned down as the man kept begging to be let go, that he wouldn't work for The Penguin anymore and that he was sorry for everything he did but the kid just kept smiling as they put their hand on the man's neck, their claws slowly retracting but not going fully back.
The kid kept smiling as the mask stared right into the man's eyes as he calmed down, thinking the kid was gonna let go of him, like he was spared and got lucky before his eyes got wide in fear and pain as the kid's claws came out and the kid tore open his throat, his hands trembling as he tried to cover the bleeding wound, his fingers and hands already covered in blood by how fast he was losing blood.
Duke just watched as the man's eyes filled with tears as he watched the mask of the kid and their smile, knowing that his death wasn't an act of revenge or because he was a bad person. His death was just the sick ending of a game the kid was playing and he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He kept watching as the kid then used a wall as support as they used their claws to pull out the bullets like nothing happened, leaving all of them on a small pile near the man, making Duke wonder once again what even the kid was when they weren't reacting to pain normal people would be screaming and crying from.
The last thing he saw before the vision stopped was the face of the kid staring directly at him, like they knew he was there since they gave him the biggest smile possible and even waved at him before his vision went black, their mask the only thing he could see as he was still trying to remember where he saw a mask like the one they were wearing.
(end of flashback)
Duke gasped as he finally woke up to the real time and not watching the murder happen before starting to hyperventilate and move around in the alley like he couldn't see as he couldn't figure out what was happening around him and he couldn't stop seeing the kid's smile and the man's face filled with terror as he couldn't do anything to help the victim and was made to watch a slaughter.
In his panic he didn't see Damian running up to him and calling his vigilante name but could feel someone pushing him and moving him before feeling himself getting carried somewhere, surely by Damian as he knew he was the only one there that could help him.
Everything else happened in a blur, he could feel himself being carried somewhere via grappling hook as he could feel the wind on his face and then the cold bricks of the rooftops under his fingers, making him calm down as he could feel that he wasn't in the alley.
He did relax a bit once he knew he wasn't in that alley but just couldn't calm down, his mind too focused on what he saw and wouldn't let him remember any of his calming techniques that Bruce and Jason taught him, his eyes slowly filling up with tears as he felt like he was gonna pass out as he kept gasping but felt like no air was entering his lungs.
Duke was still gasping for air when he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Bruce's face without his cowl, making the poor boy surprised as he knew the man's strict rules on the masks when out on patrol before seeing the man breathing and gesturing the boy to copy him and after a few tries where Duke couldn't focus enough and started crying he managed to copy Bruce's breathing, his mind slowling down as oxygen finally started entering his lungs.
He smiled at the man when he finally calmed down enough to not need to copy's Bruce's breathing and just hugged the man, too grateful to care that they were on patrol and that he had important information about the murder that happened in the alley. No, he just needed a moment in his father's arms, even though his real father was still at the hospital but Bruce was there and he needed to feel protected and safe and he knew that Bruce's arms where he felt the safest.
As the two hugged, he looked at Damian and just smiled when he saw that the boy was standing next to them, hand on his katana to be ready if anyone suddenly came to attack them, making a mental note to hug the younger boy when they would go back to the Cave.
[Damian Pov]
He was annoyed. He was angry.
Those were the only two emotions he felt as he waited in the alley while Duke used his meta abilities for the case. He should've been home with Amelie, listening to another story of his older sibling and how they would climb stuff just to grab something because they refused to admit that they needed the small ladder they had in the kitchen that was there specifically for them.
But instead he was on a smelly alleyway in Gotham and waiting for the police while playing on his phone, acting distracted but he was still high alert and ready to strike anyone with a small batarang if they were going to attack Duke while he was watching.
While waiting he did feel watched but even after doing a quick check around the alley and the rooftops near the alley showed that there was no one the younger vigilante considered a threat to him and the yellow vigilante, making him even more frustrated as he was craving for a fight just to relieve some stress.
After a bit he noticed that the GCPD had finally came with Jim Gordon in one of the two cars so he quickly walked up to the detective so he could start the investigations right after Signal was done using his abilities, discussing with the older man about the murder and how the police should take care of the evidence as he saw in the other case files the detectives didn't take everything around the victim and there was some missing information because of the missing evidence, which didn't sit right with Damian and made him even more annoyed that the police wasn't doing its job right.
While talking he suddenly heard some noises from the alley and as he turned around he could already see Duke in distress by the way he moved and breather that he immediately ran up to him and after assessing the situation and how Duke was too much in distress to answer him he managed to pick him up and grapple away, using the comms to call Babs and how he needed someone to come help him as he didn't know how to calm Duke.
Once he reached a rooftop that Babs said was safe since it didn't have any cameras around, he quickly put Duke down and tried to calm him down using Dick's lessons but couldn't manage to get Duke focus on him as he kept moving and pushing him away whenever he touched the older boy and didn't listen to him.
As he kept trying to calm down Duke he started to grow frustrated, not towards Duke as he knew he probably saw something that shocked him deeply which caused the panic attack, but he was frustrated with himself as he couldn't remember Dick's advice and seeing how he couldn't help Duke made him feel helpless.
He was an assassin, he knew how to kill a man with just a pen and leave no traces. He knew every poison known and unknown to man and was incredibly smart for his age but couldn't manage to help one of his family out of an panic attack.
He felt useless but when he saw his father land on the rooftop he couldn't help but breathe out a sigh of relief as he knew Duke was in good hands now that he was here to help and moved out the way to stand guard and protect them as he wanted to do something and feel useful in his own way, walking around the roof to check if anyone could get there to attack them.
As he stood guard, a hand on his katana ready to grab it if needed and the other on a pouch that contained some batarangs in case, he suddenly felt a presence from behind him, making him quickly unsheath his katana and attack whoever managed to get behind him before standing there in shock as a Talon, more precisely a kid was standing in front of him and blocking the blade of his katana with their hands. As he stared he noticed that they weren't using their hands but some sorts of talon that were coming out of their fingers.
He glared at the kid and let go of his katana when he knew that it wouldn't be useful to fight and decided to use it as a distraction by letting go of it, smirking when he saw the kid look at the katana falling and used the few seconds to turn his body around to kick them on the chest with all his strength to push them away, watching as they tumbled a bit before falling in another Talon's arms in a dramatic way that Damian didn't notice, too occupied to stare at the other Talon who just arrived to think that the kid was being dramatic.
He quickly grabbed his katana and put it back in its sheath, keeping one hand on his birdrangs while he watched the masked kid and Talon look at each other via their mask before the kid started signing stuff that Damian couldn't understand as he recognise the sign language they were using.
As he watched them sign he turned to look at Bruce and Duke and was shocked to see Duke looking like he'd seen a ghost as the vigilante stared at the kid who was furiously signing to the Talon and looked frustrated when said Talon signed something that they didn't agree with.
He looked at Duke and Bruce and made a hand signal to Bruce to keep an eye on the duo as he checked on Duke, wanting to see if he was ok and could keep his posture if the two Talons decided to fight the three vigilantes, confused as to why they were there as they managed to take down the Court just two months ago and sent many Talons to a secret building out of Gotham, where they could be fee from the Court's influence.
Damian quickly walked up to the African-American male and grabbed his arm, forcing him to get up "Signal, report on what you saw in the alley, make it quick. We don't have time to useless details" he demanded, needing to know if Duke had some useful information to use in the upcoming fight and especially if the two Talons thee were involved in the streak of murders happening around Gotham.
Duke looked down at Damian as he was still looking at the kid and the Talon who were still fighting in their own sign language, his face looking like he swallowed a very sour candy before starting to talk "a Talon obviously but they're different from the other Talons we fought Robs." He took a deep breath to think about what he was supposed to say to be useful for him and Damian in the imminent fight.
"You have to be on your guard when fighting against that kid Robs, they're the ones who have been killing people in Gotham" he started, taking a deep breath as he tried to remember what he saw and staying calm, knowing he could seriously put Damian and Bruce at a disadvantage if he had another panic attack. "They're fast and have talons on their fingers that can be retractable. Their bite is venomous and it seems like the venom is very quick to spread if you get bitten." he explained, shuddering as he remembered the kid biting that man's arm.
The trio froze when they heard the kid whistle happily and jump around like they won something big while the Talon looked defeated, a hand on his shaking head but the three vigilantes could see by his body language that he was amused by the kid celebrating even though his whole face was covered by a mask.
Damian immediately got in fighting position with his katana and signalled for Duke and Bruce to do the same as he knew that the kid wanted to fight before watching, confusion clearly written in his eyes, as the kid started taking off parts of their armour like their chest plate and throwing it on the ground until their only piece of armour were two metal pieces on both arms and legs while everything else was left open and was just covered by some black clothing that looked too big on the kid.
By the way they were taking off most of their armour, it seemed like they wanted to feel every hit on their body like a sick maniac who is eager to feel anything that brings them joy or even just a thrill of excitement and the adrenaline that comes with it.
Duke was ready with his eskrima sticks in hand and stood next to Bruce, unsure on who the assassin wanted to fight first but he was ready to help if they suddenly attacked either Bruce or Damian. The older man grabbed his batarangs and glared at the two Talons, unsure on what they wanted but ready to fight if they tried anything to hurt his family.
Damian watched in silence as the kid finished taking off most of their armour before staring back at Duke and Damian with the same smile on their face, a bit confused when he saw them frowning as he watched them. He was too late to realise what was happening when the kid whistled two tunes at the same time and stood next to the Talon.
The youngest vigilante barely had time to warn his father before the Talon suddenly attacked the man, pushing the man to a part away from the kids on the rooftop while the kid applauded as he watched the two fight. He turned to glare at the other Talon and barely had time to raise his katana to protect himself as the kid was suddenly in front of him and used his talons to scratch his face.
He struggled a bit to hold his katana, his arms shaking as the kid was pushing their talons to reach his face. Fortunately for Damian, Duke was there to rescue him by kicking the kid on the stomach, making them stumble away while holding their stomach.
But they didn't back down as the Talon quickly recovered in not even a minute and this time attacked Duke with their talons, who was ready with his eskrima sticks and defended himself before pushing their talons down and managing to punch them right in the face.
As the three fought, Bruce was fighting with the older Talon before noticing that he wasn't trying to kill him like every other fight he had with his association but instead he was trying to keep him away from his kids and the shorter Talon that was with him, making the bat vigilante confused as to what their relationship was as he never knew that Talons could form familiar relationships in the Court.
Damian frowned as he and Duke weren't strong enough to capture the kid or not even manage to make them falter slightly. He glared at the kid who was looking at their nails while waiting for the two to regain their breath, making Damian even more angry as he knew the kid was obviously making fun of him and Duke by the way they were acting.
He made a hand motion towards Duke to tell him to get ready as he ran towards the kid, starting to fight them and keep them occupied as Duke made his eskrima sticks connect to turn them into nunchaku, starting to whirled around to gain speed until Damian managed to push them away and distract them for enough time so he could hit them in the face, and in the process made their mask fall off alongside their hoodie from the way they fell.
Damian stared as the kid laid down on the rooftop floor, completely frozen as their eyes were closed before suddenly opening them and getting up with a sick smile on their face, not caring that the two vigilantes could see their face, pushing some of their hair away from their face as the hoodie let their hair free.
Damian watched in shock as he was standing right in front of [Y/N], their older sibling who was believed to be dead or missing after they disappeared 8 years ago from a car accident while on their way home after attending the kid's dance recital. The same kid who was now standing in front of him, looking no older than 12 and wearing the Talon's uniform.
He couldn't do anything as they whistled and looked at the other Talon, who pushed Bruce away and walked up to them, grabbing their stuff in the process before picking them up and walking over the rooftop edge.
He finally managed to move once he realised that he was about to let his older sibling go without doing anything and started running towards the Talon, ignoring Bruce and Duke's voices before yelling out a "[Y/N]", reaching his hand out to grab them but was too late as the Talon jumped off the roof and as he looked down they already disappeared into the night.
The only thing that he could think as he thought of everything that happened was 'I need them back', especially now that he knew that his older sibling, the one he heard so many stories about and dreamed of hanging out with them. He refused to let them leave now that he knew he would have the possibility to have them in his life.
And he would do anything to have them back.
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📢🚨My name is Ahmed Alnabih. I am 33 years old, married, and part of a large family with three brothers and four sisters. We once lived in Gaza, where I grew up and built my life. But today, my family and I are living in a tent, in unimaginable conditions—surrounded by mud, soaked from the rain, and overwhelmed by uncertainty.🥹
The Israeli army ordered us to evacuate our home in Gaza. With heavy hearts, we fled south, taking only what little we could carry. Not long after, we received the devastating news that our house—our home—was completely destroyed. Everything I had worked for, everything that held the memories of my family, was reduced to rubble.😢
Now, we live in a tent, struggling to stay dry, to stay warm. The rain beats down on us as the ground turns to mud beneath our feet. The cold seeps into our bones at night, and hope feels more distant with each passing day.☹️
I never thought I would find myself in this situation, forced to rely on the kindness of strangers to survive. But here I am, asking for help, not just for myself but for my family, who have lost everything. I want to rebuild a safe home for my wife, my brothers, and my sisters. I want to give them a future, something to hold onto when everything else has been taken away.🥹
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📢🚨My name is Ahmed Alnabih. I am 33 years old, married, and part of a large family with three brothers and four sisters. We once lived in Gaza, where I grew up and built my life. But today, my family and I are living in a tent, in unimaginable conditions—surrounded by mud, soaked from the rain, and overwhelmed by uncertainty.🥹
The Israeli army ordered us to evacuate our home in Gaza. With heavy hearts, we fled south, taking only what little we could carry. Not long after, we received the devastating news that our house—our home—was completely destroyed. Everything I had worked for, everything that held the memories of my family, was reduced to rubble.😢
Now, we live in a tent, struggling to stay dry, to stay warm. The rain beats down on us as the ground turns to mud beneath our feet. The cold seeps into our bones at night, and hope feels more distant with each passing day.☹️
I never thought I would find myself in this situation, forced to rely on the kindness of strangers to survive. But here I am, asking for help, not just for myself but for my family, who have lost everything. I want to rebuild a safe home for my wife, my brothers, and my sisters. I want to give them a future, something to hold onto when everything else has been taken away.🥹
Please, if you can, donate. Every little bit brings us closer to rebuilding what we have lost and giving my family a sense of safety and dignity once more.🙏❤️
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Ahmed Alnabih is a person just like you and me. a person with thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams, who is suffering a genocide. in a more just world, you wouldnt have to be reminded that. even if you did have to be reminded that, then that is all it would take for you to reblog and donate if you can.
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Ahmed is a married 33 year old man from a large family, with 3 brothers and 4 sisters. they were ordered to evacuate, only to find out later that their house had been destroyed beyond repair.
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📢🚨My name is Ahmed Alnabih. I am 33 years old, married, and part of a large family with three brothers and four sisters. We once lived in Gaza, where I grew up and built my life. But today, my family and I are living in a tent, in unimaginable conditions—surrounded by mud, soaked from the rain, and overwhelmed by uncertainty.🥹
The Israeli army ordered us to evacuate our home in Gaza. With heavy hearts, we fled south, taking only what little we could carry. Not long after, we received the devastating news that our house—our home—was completely destroyed. Everything I had worked for, everything that held the memories of my family, was reduced to rubble.😢
Now, we live in a tent, struggling to stay dry, to stay warm. The rain beats down on us as the ground turns to mud beneath our feet. The cold seeps into our bones at night, and hope feels more distant with each passing day.☹️
I never thought I would find myself in this situation, forced to rely on the kindness of strangers to survive. But here I am, asking for help, not just for myself but for my family, who have lost everything. I want to rebuild a safe home for my wife, my brothers, and my sisters. I want to give them a future, something to hold onto when everything else has been taken away.🥹
Please, if you can, donate. Every little bit brings us closer to rebuilding what we have lost and giving my family a sense of safety and dignity once more.🙏❤️
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