Chapter 7 - Blog Posts
“and while lenore dove will forever be my true love, louella is my one and only sweetheart.”
that line hits so hard when you realize how quickly he was calling katniss sweetheart. through katniss’ eyes, it seemed insincere at first, almost like haymitch was mocking her. but now we truly know haymitch wouldn’t just throw that around. he truly cared for her from the start.
Emptiness Machine
Starscream X Mech Pilot Reader
Author note: here’s chapter 7! Sorry it took me a bit and today’s chapter is a bit longer to make up for it. Been going through some stuff. No warnings for this chapter!
Chapter 7
Coming online by degrees, you take in a shaky vent. Your optics flicker and warning messages blare, taking up all the space on your HUD. Internal damage, low energy, unable to disconnect, major mesh damage. You wince as you try to sit up and see where you are. A servo coming up reflexively to hold your chest plates together. Your digits find a fresh weld there as well as an Energon patch, someone had done minor repairs on your frame. You slowly move your optics over your plating. There were a few more fresh welds. Your optics flick over to find a faint purple glow, and sitting there against the wall you were leaned on, was a cube of Energon.
After looking around some more, you see that you had been taken to some sort of cell. An energy wall separated you from a larger circular room with more cells around the outside. In the center was a terminal and an empty, bot sized chair. Groaning, you try to get to your feet. If they thought you’d trust the Energon cube they left for you after all of what just happened, they were sorely mistaken. You pointedly ignore the persistent ping of the low fuel level warning as it invaded your vision. In your cell there was only a bench. Cybertronians didn’t need water for anything and it seems prisoners weren’t kept alive for very long here. You manage to drag yourself over to the bench and lean back. The patch on your chest still has some Energon infusion left but you need to take stock of the damage done to your actual body.
It takes you a moment to remove the patch but when you do, it’s easy to see the damage. There were long tears in the mesh beneath and the plating had been welded back in place properly. Luckily enough, they had the sense not to weld the seams of the cockpit closed. This gave you access to the gel capsule where your body rested. Engaging the springs manually since the connection was severed when Shockwave had torn into your chassis, you gingerly lift the plating away. It looks about as bad as you had expected. Your body had dried blood on its forehead, there was some bruising. But overall the damage wasn’t that severe. The scuffle with Megatron hadn’t affected the connection. You let out a relieved vent.
Just then, a door slid open with a mechanical swish and in walked the boxy blue bot who had carried you. Soundwave, Megatron had called him. When his visor dropped to your slumped form, you quickly close the plating around your body and glare defensively. He was carrying another Energon cube in one of his servos. The other servo raised in what was supposed to be a gesture of reassurance. He spoke in a quiet tonal voice.
“Little one. You must refuel.”
You glare at him. Little one? This was absolutely not the picture Optimus had painted of the Decepticons. Not getting up or making a move to retrieve the Energon cube he’s already placed inside the cell for you, your optics never leave him. He moves closer, activating a button on the panel outside that opens a small window in the energy field so he can place the second cube inside. He steps back but continues to watch you, his expression unreadable. You try to speak but your speech synthesizer crackles and glitches. The damage Megatron did wasn’t severe but it had wrecked your ability to speak clearly for now. Still you grate out the words through gritted denta.
“Gg-go fr-ag yourssss- tryiing-to poissss-on m-me“
The incomplete sentence hanging in the air a moment before the mech turns away as if to walk out. Before he reaches the door he turns and points to the cubes, speaking one last time over his shoulder.
“Fuel: acceptable. Not contaminated. Refuel.”
With that he leaves, the door sliding shut behind him. You extend your hand in a rude human gesture that would mean nothing to him, but it made you feel better anyway. You can’t help but feel the empty tank of your mech scraping the last bits of Energon from its walls. A little couldn’t hurt could it? Dr. Antonov and the Cybertronian scientists he worked with had made your mech as close to an actual Cybertronian as possible. The biology almost indistinguishable from the alien species except for the cockpit in its chest. This included the nanites that were found within the lines of a mech. The self repair system. He wasn’t sure of the effects nanites would have on the human body at first, but after he discovered the tiny organisms wanted nothing to do with organic matter, he implemented their use in all of his creations.
Taking the cube in your servo you lift it to your olfactory sensors, detecting no poison. You tentatively slide your glossa out to taste the Energon. It tasted just as staticky as it normally does. Hungrily you gulp down the first cube. Systems start to come back online and your vision clears slowly after a few hours. Forcing yourself to save the second cube until you need it again, you lie down on your side with your back to the wall. Your wing panels tuck against your frame and you wait for someone else to return. They had kept you alive for some reason. Perhaps for information or study. At least they knew to keep you out of Shockwave’s lab. Shivering when you think what he might have done with you if the other two hadn’t intervened.
You think back on the times that Optimus Prime had discussed the Decepticons with the members of Project Archangel. There were five back then. Five working mecha and five pilots. He had called a meeting to inform all of you of the danger you were getting ourselves into. He told you everything. The 11 worlds already practically glassed by the Decepticons. How earth was the second to last world and they could have plans to terraform it into a new Cybertron. It seems their homeworld was now uninhabitable due to the chemical weapons utilized by the Decepticons. Optimus blames Megatron for the destruction of their world.
“It didn’t need to be this way. But Megatron had decided the only path to peace on Cybertron was to eliminate an entire generation of our people. He wanted no one left. Only those who were down with him in the pit. Only those who knew the same hardship he did.”
He went on to describe the war on Cybertron before they left. How entire cities were bombed to ash. Burning metal and ozone all that was left of beautiful architecture and culture. All the wealthy citizens didn’t last long under his reign. He took control of most of the planet and its resources before Orion Pax decided to lead a rebellion against his tyranny. The death told had climbed to heights he couldn’t have possibly imagined. Primus himself intervened and deemed the young mech worthy, awarding him with the matrix of leadership. A powerful weapon only wielded by someone who would use it for the right reasons. From then on, Orion became known as Optimus Prime. That is the short version. He talked for hours. You remember nearly falling asleep by the time he finished.
Though the thing that stuck with you the most was the fact that he and his followers had killed indiscriminately. Their rule, though short, was tyrannical. Just the kind of thing they were fighting against. You shook your helmet at the thought. Such blind rage was something you knew well though. There were wars on earth before the Cybertronians came. One of those wars left you without most of your family. Leading you to project archangel and Dr. Antonov.
Your thoughts were once again interrupted by the metallic swoosh of the door opening up and ped steps announced the arrival of a bot. You don’t lift your helm right away. Instead you leave your optics offline and listen. The bot uses a data pad to loudly bang on the outside of your cell making you startle. Your optics find a familiar smug looking face and a crooked smile. Starscream. He speaks, his voice a deep rumble in the circular room.
“I have some questions for you. Care to share some information with me? Seraphim?”
Paper, Scissors, Rank (Ch: 7)
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Modern!Carrillo x Army!OC (eventually)
WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, military slang, more military talk, spelling and grammatical errors. Flippy floppy points of view and tenses. Could be very OOC/AU for some. Carrillo may not be narcos accurate as this is an AU. Some OC x OC
AUTHORS NOTE: ok so idk how good this is, kinda just word vomited onto the page, tryna generate some emotion in there but lets see how it goes, thanks for reading peeps. I know I said I wasn't gonna post but middle of the night inspiration stuck so imma keep writing this
WORD COUNT: 3.2k
CHAPTER: 7 OF ?
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The drive to the teams new base of operations was by no means short. While still being on defence land they were nearly three hours away from the main base, located in a flat valley in the hills and surrounded by greenery and training equipment. Ash had been here once before during a cadets course many years ago with her father, but it was vastly different now. The house had changed drastically from what used to be multiple cabins to what was now a single stand alone one story place. However while the accommodation had changed the grounds had stayed the same. There was an assault course set up that flowed into the trees to the south of the house and there was a pool to the west of the house, all in all, it was nothing to complain about.
The house itself was relatively modern, having been rebuilt within the last few years or so. The entrance was sealed by heavy wooden doors that required a pin in order to access. Upon entry Ash took in the place, it was actually really nice. It was open plan living, the kitchen was directly to the right as you came in the doors, nice wooden benchtops and crisp new appliances. Directly in front of the breakfast bar sat the living room. Three nice couches surrounded a rather large square coffee table, laden with maps. The fireplace that the couches faced was made of a slate grey stone and sat underneath the rather large tv. To the right of the fireplace was a door that she had been informed led to the only bathroom in the house that held a shower, while to the left of the fireplace was the door to Ash’s room.
Across the small hallway was the Colonels room, which was attached to his office that was on the far end of the house. At the end of the small hallway was an open archway that, from what she could see, led to a gym. Stepping further into the house and left from the kitchen Ash noticed another two sets of doors. One that led to the boys room, containing four single military style pits and separate draws for each of them, while the second door opened up onto the workspace for them all, which had a door in the back right corner that opened up onto Carrillo’s office. All in all, Ash couldn’t find a single fault to the house, okay perhaps one bathroom to share was gonna be a little tough.
She was startled from her thoughts and exploring when Carrillo called out to her while making his way to his office. “There's some food in the fridge and everything is pretty easy to find so make yourself at home, the boys should arrive in around about five weeks. You’ve got the single room closest to the bathroom” Ash nodded in thanks and watched as he disappeared into the teams workroom, no doubt going to his office to work through the enlistment papers for the rest of the team. Ash didn’t waste much time going to her room, she could eat later when hunger eventually struck her, she was miles too tired from the drive here and sore from moving about so much. Her room was nice. A large double bed sat in the middle of the room encompassed by grey side tables, each sporting a small lamp. In front of the bed sat a tall set of drawers and a small bookcase. Very homely indeed, thankfully, cause god only knows how long the team would be confined to the house doing research and/or planning and training for future raids.
Ash barely gave herself any time to get changed, haphazardly pulling on an oversized shirt and a pair of comfortable gym shorts, before she all but launched herself onto her new bed, grunting in pain when her left side made contact with the bed a little too harshly . She moved onto her back sinking deep into the comfort of the mattress. The bed was like heaven for her after sleeping on either a creaky army pit or the ground for the last twenty some weeks. If this is what she had to look forward to everyday her enthusiasm for work was about to increase ten fold. The moment her head touched the pillow she was out like a light. Thankful for her own space and a bed big enough to move around on and toss and turn how she used to.
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As much as Carrillo enjoyed the rank he was and the respect that followed his name, the paperwork at this level was a nightmare. Especially due to the complaints Sinclair had lodged against him due to the incident at the base hospital. Having to describe in detail the events that occurred between that despicable man and the young officer a mere few rooms over made his blood boil, yet again. He was starting to understand the warnings that came with being posted here, apparently work affairs between ranks wasn’t a condemnable act like it was back home in Columbia. An odd world indeed. Still, within his team he would not tolerate any kind of fraternization, hence his decision to cram the boys into one room together and give Greyson her own room, partly for her own privacy but also for his peace of mind.
Pushing the paperwork to the side of his desk, he sighed. That damn soldier might well be the best thing for the team but she sure came with some complications. He’d done extensive research into his team members upon his arrival to the base, most came from non-military backgrounds, a solid high school education or higher, and most but not all had been serving for at least four years and had seen some kind of fire fight. Then there was Greyson. Military background with files upon files that had been redacted and unable to be accessed by anyone in the force, no matter how hard he’d tried. Only the most basic of information could be found about the young soldier; graduated school with honors and received many scholarship proposals but turned them down, participated in many extracurricular activities before and after her education, applied to join the army as both a regular soldier and an enlisted officer as her father had served but yet again, any information surrounding him and his career or rank had been redacted. A Lot of mystery surrounded this soldier, a mystery the Colonel found himself wanting to solve, even if it did go against his own rule.
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When Ash awoke the room was bathed in light from the full moon outside, the sounds of the bush were a welcome homely feeling for her, nature was her comfort. She went to sit but was struck with immense pain. Both her stab wound and head injuries were sending waves of pain throughout her body, making her vision temporarily blurry. The need to puke was high but Ash pushed it down as far as she could. She was hungry, in pain and now cranky, she just hoped her medication would be easy to find in the kitchen. Stumbling like a newborn deer she tried to shake the dizzy feeling from her head, this concussion was a pain in her ass, but the medics did say the symptoms should be gone within the next few weeks, until then Ash would have to put up with feeling sick and dizzy sometimes. Celebrating when she finally made it to the kitchen without falling on her ass, she then struggled to find the lightswitch, now that was one thing she really should have paid attention too when scouting the house when they arrived.
Having located the switch and turning on the lights she winced, they were just that tad bit too bright for a tired concussed brain. It was when she turned to grab a glass of water to quench her thirst that she noticed a glass already laid out on the bench, with what looked like her meds already measured out beside it and a note beneath the glass. Either she was hallucinating or the stoic Colonel had laid this out for her. Gripping the bench as tight as she could as another wave of nausea overtook her sense she moved closer to the glass, there were her meds. Perfectly placed atop a piece of paper that was covered in a rather elegant script. Each pill had the name and the purpose written next to it and at the bottom of the note were the words “Dinner is in the fridge, eat first. That's an order”
Ash scoffed a little at the note, of course he’d write that, seemed the man was more by the book than she thought. She was silently thankful for his detailed note explaining her meds, if she had to pick them from the bottle she wouldn’t have known what to take. Opening the fridge and grabbing out the only covered plate she was surprised to find that the meal looked home cooked, Did this man really cook dinner? . It was safe to say she was shocked by the thought but proceeded to microwave her dinner anyway, leaning against the bench to keep herself upright, lest the Colonel come into the kitchen later in the day and find her sprawled out on the floor.
Ash all but devoured the food when it was ready, not waiting for anything to cool down, she was far too hungry. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate, or the last time she ate this good. She never would have guessed that Carrillo was this good at cooking, like sure she’d guess he cooked, but this was some next level stuff. Finishing her meal and cleaning up any mess she’d made was an effort at best, the dizzy feeling was getting worse every time she moved. Quickly she gathered the pills from the bench and downed them in one gulp, chasing them down with water, she hoped at least one of them would help with the horrible dizziness and the nausea that accompanied it. The need to sleep was beginning to overtake her again, something she figured would be common while she was recovering, as much as that might annoy her she’d be thankful for the rest.
Like clockwork she yawned, stretching her arms above her head in an attempt to shake the sleep from her body, only to regret the motion a few seconds later. The stitches in her side had pulled impossibly tight at being stretched, her side felt like it was on fire. She reached down to grab her side in pain and pulled her hand away at the warm feeling. Glancing down she noted the rapidly growing red spot seeping into the gauze pad. Of course she had ripped her stitches, she'd been warned by not only the medics but also Carrillo to not move around too much due to her side. Seems she really hadn’t been listening to the warnings. Deciding that she was entirely too tired to deal with the result of her stretching Ash just walked as calmly as she could back to her room and clambered into bed. There was always tomorrow to fix this. And with that, Ash was quick to fall back to sleep, her medication no doubt aiding her plight.
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It was the smell of freshly made coffee that had Ash climbing from her bed and shaking off sleep the next morning. Her medication had definitely kicked in, she could feel no pain from anywhere in her body and the nausea had disappeared finally. To her surprise, Carrillo was standing in the kitchen, dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and simple white t-shirt that was entirely too tight, not the Ash was complaining cause the view from her vantage point was amazing. If Ash believed in a higher power she woulda thought that the gods had gifted her with the man standing in the kitchen. No man had the right to look so sinfully delicious in a simple white shirt like that. It was so tight that it clung to his sculpted upper body and left very little to the imagination The thin shirt was stretched thin across his chest, pecs struggling to stay contained. The fabric was stretched tight across his broad bulky shoulders, his biceps straining against the confines of the sleeves that were sure to tear if he were to flex just the right way. He reclined against the bench facing her but was wrapped up with whatever was on the tv. Ash was obvious in her gawking so it was only a matter of time before his eyes fell to her. When they did, his eyes widened comically in shock. Ash wasn’t sure why until his eyes travelled down her frame and landed on her side before a look of realisation overcame his face.
He took a few quick paces towards her before turning to his right and disappearing into the bathroom with a look of determination on his face. Ash paid him no mind and made her way to the kitchen counter to pour herself a coffee before taking a long pleasant sip. It was a mere minute later that Carrillo was standing in front of her, a med kit laid out on the bench and an expectant look on his face. She looked at him long and hard before realising he was speaking, she gave him a questioning look, tilting her head to the side, before she heard him huff and repeat what he said.
“Greyson, I asked you to take of your shirt”
It was Ash’s turn to gape at him, the audacity of this man, why would the most by the book man she’d ever met be so unprofessional. “Excuse me?” the disbelief in her words made him roll his eyes, if she wasn’t so confused right now she probably would’ve gone off at him for that.
“I don’t know what activities you got up too last night, but you’ve obviously torn through your stitches, despite the warning from both the medics and myself” He said with a small amount of annoyance while pointing at her side. Now that Ash looked down she realised he was right. Blood had well and truly soaked through her bandage and through the shirt she wore to bed, She was unsure how she didn’t notice this sooner because now that she was seeing it with her own two eyes, it was pretty obvious.
Begrudgingly she pulled the shirt over her head, unsure as to why she had to take it off completely before coming to the conclusion that the shirt probably should be washed. She had a second to drop her shirt before Carrillo was standing a mere few inches in front of her, slowly peeling the bandage from her skin before inspecting her wound, Since when was he a medic?, that thought had her laughing silently, or so she thought. Being this close meant that he heard her laugh so she was met with a raised eyebrow and a bored expression on his face, that surely ended her laughter. She was silent while he worked, wincing occasionally when he prodded a little too hard to see her reaction.
“You’ll be fine if you rest for the next few days, you tore the bottom few stitches. Don’t do anything stupid and the wound will be healed on time” His tone was definitive and the order was clear.
Ash groaned and rolled her eyes, a brave thing to do this close to the man. He handed her a bandage then turned around to pack away the supplies from the kit. She quickly fixed the bandage and took off toward her room, coffee abandoned on the bench, she was well and truly awake now. New shirt now acquired and covering herself she returned to the main room, Carrillo now vacant from the space and probably in his office working. She snatched up the tv remote and flicked through the channels, settling on an old war movie before curling onto her side to relax.
She woke hours later, the movie long since ended and the daylight now darkness. A blanket had been draped over her in her sleep and her dinner was sitting on the coffee table with a glass of water and her medication beside it. She would forever be grateful for the subtle ways the Colonel looked after her, even if he would never admit to it. She at least knew he cared enough for his team that he’d go out of his way to make her feel comfortable and like she belonged, even if she was new to the force.
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Aside from the incident in the kitchen the rest of the week went pretty smooth. They’d developed some semblance of a rhythm. Both woke early, whoever made it to the kitchen first put the pot of coffee on and poured a cup for the both of them, conveniently they preferred their coffee the same way. Black with no milk or sugar. Then they usually sat at the kitchen counter to eat breakfast, cereal for Ash and whatever Carrillo cooked himself for breakfast, Ash really wasn’t one for a big meal in the mornings. After breakfast the Colonel usually disappeared into his office to work and the younger officer would clean up their dishes and then hog the shower for as long as possible, soaking in the opportunity to have a warm shower all to herself without limits. Ash would spend most of the day watching tv or reading one of the many military inspired books that occupied the wall mounted shelves on either side of the tv.
Carrillo would emerge from his office around sixteen hundred hours each day, and proceed to cook dinner for the both of them. Ash had tried once but burnt the steak and been deemed too inexperienced and untrustworthy in the kitchen, something she was silently glad for cause the Colonel was a better cook than she ever could’ve hoped. Again Ash did the clean up, a fair trade off for not cooking, while Carrillo once again disappeared, this time to the gym or for a run around the perimeter of the property along the treeline, a sight Ash loved to enjoy. Only twice he had stayed to converse or silently watch the news beside her. Then like clockwork they would bid each other goodnight and retire to their rooms.
Everything was going perfect, the routine now something established and easy to work through, even if Ash did complain about being on couch/bed rest until either the medics cleared her or the Colonel deemed her fit enough to begin easing her way into training. It wasn’t until the Wednesday of their second week together that something changed between them, something Ash looked back on with a smile on her face and made Carrillo have conflicted feelings and wish he had just stuck to their schedule they had so easily adapted to around each other.
Capítulo 7:Dimensiones...
Nota: Sí,básicamente mis dibujos de F.Warden eran unos spoilers de los próximos capítulos. Espero les guste este capítulo,es más que obvió que habrán más capítulos centrados en esto.
Perdón por tardar,últimamente e estado ocupada con mi escuela,pero al fin actualice >:)
PSDT:Ya no marcare con colores los nombres de los personajes,ya que ahora que lo puedo notar:Los colores se ven muy brillantes en ciertos fondos.Y puesto que a mí también me afecta un poco la vista el leer así.Editaré los demás.
Blog del fanfic: https://congratulations-you-are-recluse.tumblr.com/
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El día iba bien,todo parecía ir excelente,bueno…dentro y lo normal en Superjail.Warden estaba en su oficina,firmando y archivando algunos documentos,a pesar de lo que se cree,realmente le gusta trabajar un poco.
Warden estaba dictando unas cosas a Jailbot,mientras caminaba en su oficina y movía algunas cosas.
Warden:Necesito que busques más reclusos,últimamente no has traído tantos y también necesito que limpies algunas celdas,los reclusos hicieron una fiesta un tanto…desquiciada-moviendo las manos mientras explicaba-
Jailbot dio unos pitidos,entendiendo las órdenes y saliendo,rompiendo la ventana de la oficina.Warden hizo un movimiento de manos,regresó la ventana a su normalidad.
Pero algo rompió la puerta de su oficina,asustando a Warden y haciéndolo voltear hacía donde estaba la puerta hecha trizas.Pensó que era Alice,hasta que entró él…
Warden:Aaaa!-apretando un botón de emergencia debajo de su escritorio-tú!
La alerta sonó en toda la cárcel,haciendo un gran ruido,alertando a Alice,Jailbot y Jared sobre esto,yendo atender la emergencia de su jefe.Once-ler también se preguntó de qué se trataba esto,así que fue a la oficina de Warden,para responder su curiosidad.
Los cuatro llegaron al mismo tiempo,entrando a la oficina de Warden,notando al instante la presencia de Warden,pero no como él normalmente…
F.Warden:Saludos-sonriendo maliciosamente-
Jared:Señor,está bromeando-confundido sobre esto-está usando un disfraz,o algo así?
F.Warden:Oh,claro no-recargándose en el escritorio-estoy aquí para poner un nuevo orden en Superjail!bueno,la Superjail de está dimensión-sonriendo con malicia-
Todos estaban confundidos,mirándose entre sí.No entendían nada de lo que estaba pasando,no sabían si era Warden bromeando al respecto.
Once-ler:Haber,haber…no entiendo nada ,y Warden,deja de bromear…hiciste un gran ruido en toda la cárcel solo para esto?-cruzándose de brazos y mirando al Warden-
F.Warden:Sigues siendo tan inocente al respecto…-sonriéndole y mirándolo-
De la nada algo subió escalando,sonando quejoso y adolorido.Entrando por donde la ventana de la oficina fue destruida.
Warden:¡No tenías que aventarme por la ventana!-subiendo y cayendo al suelo inconsciente-
Alice:¿Qué carajos?…-mostrando ese rostro neutral de siempre pero confundida-
F.Warden:¡Bienvenidos al nuevo orden!-riendo divertido y malvadamente-
Jailbot estaba listo para atacar y defender Superjail pero algo lo destruyó al instante,era Jailbot X.La versión mejorada de Jailbot era aún más destructor y salvaje que el Jailbot normal.
Todos estaban sorprendidos por eso y tratando de cuidarse.Warden los miró como seres indefensos,sonriendo con diversión.Ordenó a sus guardias y esclavos que encerrarán a todos.
F.Warden:¡Encierren a todos!bueno…excepto a Once-ler,tengo que hablar algo con él -sonriéndole y señalando al joven-
Once-ler con nervios vio cómo se llevaban a los demás,incluyendo a Warden.Pensó en que iba a hacer y por qué F.Warden lo necesitaba ahí.Warden con señas le dio a entender que se sentará en la silla que estaba frente al escritorio,sin pensarlo se sentó,esperando a que el otro le dijera algo.
F.Warden:Sabes…me recuerdas a alguien,alguien en casa-sonriendo pretenciosamente-
Once-ler:¿A sí?…supongo-nervioso,no conocía al tipo pero se veía peligroso y un tanto misterioso-¿Qué le harás a los demás?
F.Warden:¿Ellos?…pues nada,los convertiré en mis esclavos,y si hablas de la parte de la cárcel,pues es obvió!-moviéndose por la oficina-la convertiré en otra guerra y franquicia.
Once-ler:¿Tú no tienes ya una cárcel?-mirándolo y aún nervioso-
F.Warden:O,claro que sí…pero nunca es suficiente,¿no lo crees?-mirándolo directamente a los ojos y acercándose- tú eres el Once-ler,tú más que nadie sabe lo que es querer crecer…obtener todo lo que quieras y que mejor que sea algo más allá del propio plano,ir más allá y no solo quedarse con poco.
Once-ler sintió una punzada de culpa al mencionar su codicia,eso por alguna razón no le gustaba que se lo recordaran últimamente.Trato de sacarle más información,manteniendo la calma y mostrándose interesado.
Once-ler:Supongo,amm…¿Así qué vienes de otra dimensión?
F.Warden:Claro,trate de buscar la dimensión correcta para extender mi dominio.Busque y busque,hasta que la vi…una dimensión idéntica a la mía y es ahí cuando supe donde extender más mi dominio-mirando a través de la enorme ventana de la oficina-
Once-ler:Claro,y para qué me necesitas?
F.Warden:Tal vez me seas de ayuda,no te interesa ayudarme y tener más poder?
Once-ler:Supongo que no…no sé si esto sea de mis gustos,y para ser honestos…¿Qué tendría que hacer yo a cambio?-levantándose de su silla,dudoso-
F.Warden:Creo es obvió…
Once-ler retrocedió,no sabía exactamente a qué se refería pero no quería verse involucrado en esto,es obvió que no le daba buena espina.Warden se acercó amenazadoramente,luciendo un poco molesto.
F.Warden:Mmm…ok,te daré tiempo para que lo pienses pero por ahora no puedo dejarte pasear por donde tu quieras.Guardias,llévenselo y encierrenlo en una celda-ordenando con las manos y sentándose de nuevo detrás del escritorio-
Once-ler sabía que resistirse no era opción,se dejó llevar,¡claro!Esto no dejaba fuera el hecho de que tenía miedo y nervios.Viendo a su alrededor,viendo cómo los reclusos eran encerrados y algunos obligados a trabajar para F.Warden.
Once-ler fue dejado en una celda de máxima seguridad,siendo aventado ahí sin piedad,dejando que Once-ler caiga fuertemente contra el suelo.
Once-ler:Agg!-levantándose y sacudiéndose la ropa-gracias…,Warden?
Warden estaba ahí,sentado y luciendo sonriente,como si nada pasara.Once-ler confundido por esto pero sabía que así era el hombre.
Warden:¡Hola Oncie!-saludando con la mano-
Once-ler:¿Por qué estás como si nada?-viéndolo-
Warden:Pff,tranquilo.Jailbot nos ayudará a escapar y pronto esto será una aventura más de Superjail -acostándose en la cama y luciendo relajado-aunque está tardando…
Once-ler:Warden…Jailbot fue destruido y el otro Warden está cambiando tu cárcel…
Warden:Oh,bueno…¡¿QUÉ?!-levantándose de una y sorprendido-¿Cómo se atreven?…destruyeron a mi bebé y no les importa-cruzándose de brazos y haciendo un puchero-Voy a ir allá fuera y los voy a confrontar…
Once-ler:Warden…
Warden:¡No me interrumpas!iré afuera y voy a confrontar a todos,necesitan una lección-luciendo enojado-¿cómo se atreven a hacerme esto?¡Soy el alcaide!
Once-ler:Warden…-frotándose el rostro con las manos-
Warden:Jamás me auto encerrará!todo mundo sabe que soy el mejor alcaide,nadie puede manejar está cárcel más que yo,ni yo con ese traje genial me puede sustituir y…
Once-ler:¡Mark Davis!-cruzándose de brazos y gritándole con irritación-
Warden se quedó quieto al oír su nombre real,sintió un escalofrío,se sintió como un niño regañado.Volteando a ver a Once-ler con los ojos muy abiertos y una cara asustada.
Warden:¿Quién te lo dijo?-dijo con una voz seria y un poco ronca-
Once-ler:¿De qué hablas?-confundido y mirándolo con un dramático-
Warden:Mi nombre…¿Quién te lo dijo?-con un tic en el ojo y acercándose al otro,tomándolo de los hombros-
Once-ler:Jared…eso no importa ahora
Warden:¡JARED!-gritando como un demonio y rabioso-
Jared:Lo siento señor-gritando desde otra celda-
Once-ler rodó los ojos,tratando de tranquilizar al otro de su drama.Se acercó al otro,tomándolo de los hombros.
Once-ler:¿Quieres dejar de hacer un drama?
Warden:¡NO!mi misticismo está roto…ahora he sido descubierto-luciendo dramático y acostándose en la cama como una reina del drama-ahora soy…soy Mark,agg…¡mi día se arruinó!
Once-ler:Deja de hacer un drama,señor misticismo,lo que importa es que arreglemos este asunto de Superjail y recuperar el control…ese tipo luce como un lunático,más que tú…y eso ya es preocupante.
Warden:Gracias … .¿Te preocupa mi Superjail?-sonriendo y pestañeando-
Once-ler:Lo que me preocupa es ese tipo,me ofreció ser su mano derecha en todo esto,lo cual no quiero,a cambió le tendría que dar algo…
Warden:-mirando al otro-Bien,amm…ya he visto a ese tipo en mi futuro y eso,me veo genial!debo admitirlo-sonriendo con orgullo.pero que le tendrías que dar?
Once-ler:-sentándose en la cama-Hizo un silencio sin mencionar qué,mirándome completamente,creo que es obvió…
Warden:-Sonrojado y aflojando su camisa-Amm…eso…-sin saber qué decir,había una fuerte tensión-bueno,tenemos que planear que hacer…¡mi Superjail será destruida!
Once-ler pensó en cómo escapar,F.Warden parecía un tipo poderoso y peligroso,así que esto requería un plan elaborado.Estos pensaron en qué hacer pero todo parecía no muy convincente.
Once-ler:¿No puedes usar tus poderes y sacarnos de aquí?-mirándolo-
Warden:Ammm,sí eso…-tocándose las manos y pensando-déjame intentarlo…
Esté se levantó,fue hacía las puertas,se subió las mangas y miró la puerta.
Warden:-Tomando aire,inflando su pecho y poniendo las manos frente a él,como deteniendo algo-¡Ábrete Sésamo!-Volviendo a la cama después,sin lograr su objetivo-hice todo lo que pude…
Once-ler:Vamos!tienes más que eso…¿no eres omnipotente?
Warden:Pues sí,pero así no funciona…-luciendo evasivo y nervioso-
Once-ler:¿No sabes usar tus poderes?-mirándolo,luciendo irritado y confundido-
Warden:Amm,sí y no…es solo que a veces hago las cosas inconscientemente,puedo hacerlo todo pero no sé cómo…-sonrisa nerviosa y encogiéndose de hombros-
Once-ler se acostó en la cama,tomando bastante aire y pensando.Warden se acostó a su lado,sonriéndole y mirando al otro.Once-ler se volteó al sentir la mirada,mirándolo y luciendo serio.
Warden:Hola…
Once-ler:Mmm…¿Sabes cómo derrotar al otro?¿Alguna debilidad?es idéntico a ti.
Warden:Pues no,es genial…evidentemente no tenemos debilidades,¡somos dioses!-sonando presumido y ego alto-
Once-ler rodó los ojos,dándole la espalda,ignorándolo.Ciertamente no le parece divertido ni le interesa darle su amistad a ese Warden arrogante y egocéntrico,su amigo es ese Warden amistoso y sonriente,más amable.
Warden al ver que el otro lo ignoraba,intento moverlo para que volteará
Warden:¡Hey!no me ignores-moviendo al otro con fuerza-
Once-ler:Pues deja de ser tan presumido!-volteándolo a ver con el ceño fruncido-te vuelves arrogante así…
Warden:¡Yo no soy arrogante!solo digo mis virtudes…eso es todo-cruzándose de brazos y sonando “ofendido”-
Once-ler de nuevo se dio la vuelta,dándole la espalda.Estaba irritado de todo esto,el día parecía ir peor a cada minuto y tener que lidiar con el Warden presumido no está ayudando.
-POR OTRO LADO-
F.Warden ya estaba empezando a planificar todo para su plan de invasión.Tenía planeado hacer algo al igual que en su dimensión,solo que más sádico.Warden estaba en la oficina,dándole órdenes a su equipo.
F.Warden:Jailbot X,encargate de capturar a todos los reclusos,Jared,empieza a dirigir a los guardias y tú Alice,ayúdale a Jared -ordenando a todos,con esa voz seria y exigente-
Todos obedecieron,yendo a hacer lo que se les pidió.
F.Warden:Todo está saliendo conforme a mi plan-sonriendo con malicia y recargándose en el escritorio-¿Tú qué opinas cariño?
F.Once-ler:¿No crees que nos estamos pasando un poco?debimos quedarnos en casa y seguir con el desastre que construiste allá-luciendo tímido y cruzado de brazos.Veía toda está violencia como algo innecesario-
F.Warden se acercó al otro,sosteniéndolo fuertemente del brazo,acercándose a él con fuerza.
F.Warden:¡Sabes muy bien qué hicimos esto juntos!-sonando molesto-
F.Once-ler:Yo no quería,nunca estuve de acuerdo con esto…-tratando de zafarse y con miedo-suéltame,me lastimas!
F.Warden:Siempre has sido un cobarde-dejándolo ir,burlándose de él-ahora me ire a realizar un nuevo cambio,si me disculpas…
Once-ler solo se quedó ahí,mientras el otro se iba.F.Warden siempre lo trataba así,humillándolo y fingiendo que es el hombre ideal,aunque por dentro siempre ha sido un monstruo.
Esté fue a caminar por los pasillos,viendo todo con tristeza,le recordaba a cuando Warden empezó a convertirse en un dictador,empezó a cambiar totalmente.Sus días en la guerra son horribles,no quiere estar en esto pero Warden lo obliga.
F.Warden:Vaya,ya saliste…ven,necesito que me ayudes en esto-tomándolo del brazo y llevándoselo-Necesito que vayas con los nuevos esclavos
F.Once-ler:Warden,sabes que no…
El otro lo tomó de los hombros,viéndolo con una mirada asesina y clavando sus dedos fuertemente.
F.Warden:Tú sabes muy bien que no me gustan los “no” en ti…-mirándolo con una sonrisa macabra-
F.Once-ler:Es-esta bien…ya voy-temblando y con nervios-
F.Warden:Muy bien,ahora ve al patio y hazlo…
F.Once-ler se fue,aún temblando por el miedo de que el otro le hiciera algo.Su trabajo era guiar a los reclusos,darles las órdenes que F.Warden ponía y vigilarlos de que no desobedezcan.Claro,dejaba pasar algunas desobediencias mientras F.Warden no lo descubriera,aunque aveces F.Warden llegaba a descubrirlo teniendo que asumir un castigo.
Está más que claro que F.Once-ler odiaba a F.Warden,lo consideraba un hombre cruel y un monstruo,pero no puede escapar,F.Warden lo tiene bajo su control para siempre.Ya no es ese hombre de antes;cariñoso,amoroso y alegre,ahora era muy diferente.Parece que está destinado a estar con él para siempre y eso lo irrita y le duele.
-POR OTRO LADO-
Once-ler estaba pensando aún en cómo escapar de ahí,dando vueltas por la celda,intentando golpear la puerta.
Once-ler:¡Agg!-quejándose por el dolor de haber golpeado la puerta,sobándose la mano-mierda…
Warden:¡Hey,hey!tenemos un frasco para las groserías jovencito-sonando indignado-
Once-ler:Lo que nos ayudaría ahora,es un plan para escapar…no lo crees?-sonriendo con sarcasmo-
Warden:Sí,definitivamente!…Once-ler planea algo-sonando despreocupado-
Once-ler:Eres un idiota!-yendo hacía él,con el afán de tal vez ahorcarlo-
Warden huyó de él,convirtiéndose en una abeja,y volando lejos de él.
Warden:En Superjail está estrictamente prohibido matar o dañar al alcaide,Aaa!-huyendo y volando lejos-
Once-ler:Oh,mira pues está ya no es tu Superjail…ahora es de otro tirano!-intentando aplastarlo o atraparlo-
Warden:Bien,ya que insistes en matarme-yendo hacía él con su aguijón,picándole en el brazo-
Once-ler:Aaa!eres un grandísimo idiota…¡duele!-tocándose cuidadosamente el brazo-por qué siento que todo está oscu…-cayendo inconsciente al suelo-
Warden fue hacía él,levantando al otro y poniéndolo en la cama.
Warden:Bien,amm…despertará pronto…creo-sentándose a su lado-recuperare mi Superjail,no te preocupes Once-sonriendo y sonando comprometido con salvar su cárcel-
CONTINUARÁ…
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Chapter 7: Dimensions…
Note: Yes, basically my drawings of F. Warden were spoilers for the next chapters. I hope you like this chapter, it's more than obvious that there will be more chapters focused on this.
Sorry for taking so long, I've been busy with my school lately, but I finally updated >:)
PSDT: I will no longer color the names of the characters, since now that I can see it: The colors look very bright on certain backgrounds. And since it also affects my eyesight a little to read like this. I will edit the rest.
Fanfic blog: https://congratulations-you-are-recluse.tumblr.com/
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The day was going well, everything seemed to be going great, well… inside and as normal in Superjail. Warden was in his office, signing and filing some documents, despite what is believed, he really likes to work a little.
Warden was dictating some things to Jailbot, while he walked around his office and moved some things.
Warden: I need you to find more inmates, you haven't brought in that many lately and I also need you to clean some cells, the inmates had a bit of a… crazy party-waving his hands as he explained-
Jailbot beeped a few times, understanding the orders and leaving, breaking the office window. Warden made a movement of his hands, returning the window to normal.
But something broke the door of his office, scaring Warden and making him turn to where the door was shattered. He thought it was Alice, until he came in…
Warden: Aaaa! -pressing an emergency button under his desk- you!
The alert sounded throughout the prison, making a loud noise, alerting Alice, Jailbot and Jared about this, going to attend to their boss's emergency. Once-ler also wondered what this was about, so he went to Warden's office, to answer his curiosity.
The four of them arrived at the same time, entering Warden's office, instantly noticing Warden's presence, but not as he normally would…
F. Warden: Greetings- smiling maliciously-
Jared: Sir, are you joking- confused about this- are you wearing a disguise, or something?
F. Warden: Oh, of course not- leaning on the desk- I'm here to put a new order in Superjail! Well, the Superjail of this dimension- smiling maliciously-
Everyone was confused, looking at each other. They didn't understand anything of what was happening, they didn't know if it was Warden joking about it.
Once-ler:Okay,okay… I don't understand anything, and Warden, stop joking… did you make a big noise in the whole prison just for this? - crossing his arms and looking at the Warden-
F. Warden: You're still so innocent about it… - smiling and looking at him-
Out of nowhere something climbed up, sounding whiny and in pain. Entering where the office window was destroyed.
Warden: You didn't have to throw me out the window! -going up and falling to the ground unconscious-
Alice: What the hell?… -showing that neutral face as always but confused-
F. Warden: Welcome to the new order! -laughing funny and evil-
Jailbot was ready to attack and defend Superjail but something destroyed it instantly, it was Jailbot X. The improved version of Jailbot was even more destructive and savage than the normal Jailbot.
Everyone was surprised by that and trying to take care of themselves. Warden looked at them as defenseless beings, smiling with amusement. He ordered his guards and slaves to lock everyone up.
F. Warden: Lock everyone up! Well… except Once-ler, I have to talk to him about something - smiling and pointing at the young man -
Once-ler nervously watched as they took the others away, including Warden. He thought about what he was going to do and why F. Warden needed him there. Warden gestured for him to sit in the chair in front of the desk, without thinking he sat down, waiting for the other to tell him something.
F. Warden: You know… you remind me of someone, someone at home-smiling pretentiously-
Once-ler: Really?… I guess- nervous, he didn't know the guy but he looked dangerous and a bit mysterious- What are you going to do to the others?
F. Warden: Them?… well, I'll turn them into my slaves, and if you're talking about the prison part, well it's obvious!- moving around the office- I'll turn it into another war and franchise.
Once-ler: Don't you already have a prison?- looking at him and still nervous-
F. Warden: Oh, of course you do… but it's never enough, don't you think?- looking him straight in the eyes and getting closer- you're the Once-ler, you know more than anyone what it's like to want to grow… to get everything you want and what's better than something beyond your own plane, to go further and not just stay with little.
Once-ler felt a pang of guilt at the mention of his greed, for some reason he didn't like being reminded of it lately. He tried to get more information out of him, staying calm and looking interested.
Once-ler: I guess, umm… So you come from another dimension?
F. Warden: Sure, I tried to find the right dimension to extend my domain. I searched and searched, until I saw it… a dimension identical to mine and that's when I knew where to extend my domain the most - looking through the huge office window -
Once-ler: Sure, and why do you need me?
F. Warden: Maybe you can help me, aren't you interested in helping me and having more power?
Once-ler: I guess not… I don't know if this is to my liking, and to be honest… What would I have to do in return? -getting up from his chair, doubtful-
F. Warden: I think it's obvious…
Once-ler stepped back, he didn't know exactly what he meant but he didn't want to get involved in this, it was obvious that he didn't have a good feeling about it. Warden approached threateningly, looking a little upset.
F. Warden: Mmm… ok, I'll give you time to think about it but for now I can't let you walk around wherever you want. Guards, take him away and lock him in a cell- ordering with his hands and sitting back behind the desk-
Once-ler knew that resisting was not an option, he let himself be carried away, of course! This didn't leave out the fact that he was scared and nervous. Looking around, seeing how the inmates were locked up and some forced to work for F. Warden.
Once-ler was left in a maximum security cell, being thrown there without mercy, letting Once-ler fall hard to the ground.
Once-ler: Agg! -getting up and shaking his clothes- thanks…, Warden?
Warden was there, sitting and looking smiling, as if nothing happened. Once-ler confused by this but knew that this was the man.
Warden: Hi Oncie! -waving with his hand-
Once-ler: Why are you acting like nothing happened? -watching him-
Warden: Pff, calm down. Jailbot will help us escape and soon this will be another Superjail adventure -lying down on the bed and looking relaxed-although it's taking a while…
Once-ler: Warden… Jailbot was destroyed and the other Warden is changing your jail…
Warden: Oh, well… WHAT?! -getting up in one go and surprised- How dare they?… they destroyed my baby and they don't care- crossing his arms and pouting- I'm going to go out there and confront them…
Once-ler: Warden…
Warden: Don't interrupt me! I'll go outside and confront everyone, they need a lesson- looking angry- How dare they do this to me? I'm the warden!
Once-ler: Warden…-rubbing his face with his hands-
Warden: I will never lock myself up! Everyone knows I'm the best warden, no one can run this prison but me, not even me with that cool suit can replace me and…
Once-ler: Mark Davis!-crossing his arms and yelling at him with irritation-
Warden stood still upon hearing his real name, he felt a chill, he felt like a scolded child. Turning to look at Once-ler with wide eyes and a scared face.
Warden: Who told you? -he said with a serious and slightly hoarse voice-
Once-ler: What are you talking about? -confused and looking at him with a dramatic look-
Warden: My name… Who told you? -with a twitch in his eye and approaching the other, taking him by the shoulders-
Once-ler: Jared… that doesn't matter now
Warden: JARED! -screaming like a demon and furious-
Jared: I'm sorry sir-screaming from another cell-
Once-ler rolled his eyes, trying to calm the other from his drama. He approached the other, taking him by the shoulders.
Once-ler: Do you want to stop making a drama?
Warden: NO! My mysticism is broken… now I have been discovered-looking dramatic and lying in bed like a drama queen- now I am… I am Mark, agg… my day is ruined!
Once-ler: Stop making a drama, Mr. Mysticism, what matters is that we fix this Superjail thing and regain control… that guy looks like a lunatic, more than you… and that's already worrying.
Warden: Thank you… Are you worried about my Superjail? - smiling and blinking -
Once-ler: What worries me is that guy, he offered me to be his right hand in all this, which I don't want, in exchange I would have to give him something…
Warden: - looking at the other - Well, umm… I've already seen that guy in my future and that, I look great! I must admit - smiling with pride. But what would you have to give him?
Once-ler:-sitting on the bed-He was silent without mentioning what, looking at me completely, I think it's obvious…
Warden:-Blushing and loosening his shirt-Umm…that…-not knowing what to say, there was a strong tension-well, we have to plan what to do…my Superjail will be destroyed!
Once-ler thought about how to escape, F. Warden seemed like a powerful and dangerous guy, so this required an elaborate plan. They thought about what to do but everything seemed not very convincing.
Once-ler:Can't you use your powers and get us out of here?-looking at him-
Warden:Umm, yes that…-touching his hands and thinking-let me try…
He got up, went to the doors, rolled up his sleeves and looked at the door.
Warden:-Taking a breath, inflating his chest and putting his hands in front of him, as if stopping something-Open Sesame!-Going back to bed afterwards, without achieving his goal-I did everything I could…
Once-ler:Come on! You have more than that…aren't you omnipotent?
Warden:Yes, but it doesn't work like that…-looking evasive and nervous-
Once-ler:Don't you know how to use your powers?-looking at him, looking irritated and confused-
Warden: Umm, yes and no… it's just that sometimes I do things unconsciously, I can do everything but I don't know how… - nervous smile and shrug-
Once-ler lay down on the bed, taking a deep breath and thinking. Warden lay down next to him, smiling at him and looking at the other. Once-ler turned around when he felt the gaze, looking at him and looking serious.
Warden: Hello…
Once-ler: Mmm… Do you know how to defeat the other? Any weaknesses? He's identical to you.
Warden: Well no, it's great… obviously we don't have weaknesses, we're gods! - sounding conceited and high ego-
Once-ler rolled his eyes, turning his back, ignoring him. He certainly doesn't find it funny or interested in giving his friendship to that arrogant and self-centered Warden, his friend is that friendly and smiling Warden, kinder.
Warden seeing that the other was ignoring him, tried to move him so that he would turn around
Warden: Hey! Don't ignore me- moving the other with force-
Once-ler: Well stop being so presumptuous! - turning to look at him with a frown- you become arrogant like that…
Warden: I'm not arrogant! I'm just saying my virtues… that's all- crossing his arms and sounding "offended"-
Once-ler turned around again, giving him his back. He was irritated by all this, the day seemed to get worse by the minute and having to deal with the presumptuous Warden isn't helping.
-ON THE OTHER HAND-
F. Warden was already starting to plan everything for his invasion plan. He had planned to do something just like in his dimension, only more sadistic. Warden was in the office, giving orders to his team.
F. Warden: Jailbot X, take charge of capturing all the inmates, Jared, start directing the guards and you Alice, help Jared - ordering everyone, with that serious and demanding voice -
Everyone obeyed, going to do what they were asked.
F. Warden: Everything is going according to my plan - smiling maliciously and leaning on the desk - What do you think, honey?
F. Once-ler: Don't you think we're going a little too far? We should have stayed home and continued with the mess you built there - looking shy and with his arms crossed. He saw all this violence as something unnecessary -
F. Warden approached the other, holding him tightly by the arm, approaching him with force.
F. Warden: You know very well that we did this together! -sounding upset-
F. Once-ler: I didn't want to, I never agreed to this… -trying to get away and scared- let me go, you hurt me!
F. Warden: You've always been a coward -letting him go, mock him- now I'm going to make a new change, if you'll excuse me…
Once-ler just stood there, while the other left. F. Warden always treated him like that, humiliating him and pretending he's the ideal man, although inside he's always been a monster.
He walked through the halls, seeing everything with sadness, it reminded him of when Warden started to become a dictator, he started to change completely. His days in the war are horrible, he doesn't want to be in this but Warden forces him.
F. Warden: Well, you're out… come, I need you to help me with this-taking him by the arm and leading him away-I need you to go with the new slaves
F. Once-ler: Warden, you know I don't…
The other took him by the shoulders, looking at him with a murderous look and digging his fingers in hard.
F. Warden: You know very well that I don't like "no" in you… - looking at him with a macabre smile -
F. Once-ler: O-okay… I'm coming - trembling and nervous -
F. Warden: Very well, now go to the yard and do it…
F. Once-ler left, still trembling with fear that the other would do something to him. His job was to guide the inmates, give them the orders that F. Warden gave and watch them so they didn't disobey. Of course, he let some disobedience go as long as F. Warden didn't discover it, although sometimes F. Warden discovered it and had to accept a punishment.
It's more than clear that F. Once-ler hated F. Warden, he considered him a cruel man and a monster, but he can't escape, F. Warden has him under his control forever. He's not that man he used to be anymore; affectionate, loving and cheerful, now he was very different. It seems that he is destined to be with him forever and that irritates and hurts him.
-ON THE OTHER HAND-
Once-ler was still thinking about how to escape from there, pacing around the cell, trying to knock on the door.
Once-ler: Ugh! -complaining about the pain of knocking on the door, rubbing his hand -shit…
Warden: Hey, hey! We have a jar for swear words, young man -sounding indignant-
Once-ler: What would help us now is a plan to escape… don't you think? -smiling sarcastically-
Warden: Yes, definitely!…Once-ler, can you plan something?-sounding carefree-
Once-ler: You're an idiot!-going towards him, with the intention of perhaps strangling him-
Warden ran away from him, turning into a bee, and flying away from him.
Warden: In Superjail it is strictly forbidden to kill or harm the warden, Aaa! -flying away-
Once-ler: Oh, look, this is no longer your Superjail… now it belongs to another tyrant! -trying to crush or catch him-
Warden: Fine, since you insist on killing me-going towards him with his stinger, stinging him in the arm-
Once-ler: Aaa! You are a huge idiot… it hurts! -carefully touching his arm- why do I feel like everything is dark…-falling unconscious to the ground-
Warden went towards him, lifting the other and putting him on the bed.
Warden: Fine, umm… he will wake up soon… I think- sitting next to him- I will get my Superjail back, don't worry Oncie- smiling and sounding committed to saving his prison-
TO BE CONTINUED…
One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 7)
Hey Guys! I’m sorry I haven’t got to write a story all year (lol, new year pun) but I couldn’t get this chapter done, due to my dad having surgery. He’s fine now, and now I got the courage to write the story again. Oh, and the nightmare was based off of Alaina’s comic, MommaCQ. This page is where it is based off from. Now without further ado, lets get in the story!
Asy belongs to @furgemancs
Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies
MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana
Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale
After crying for 20 minutes, CQ and Fresh separated, both beaming in joy. Chuckling, CQ turned to Asy, saying, "You were right. I would like one of your guests."
Asy couldn't help himself, he laughed, falling on the ground while doing so. He tried speaking, but couldn't. Shaking her head, CQ pointed to Alaina, asking Asy, "And who is she? A friend of yours?"
Knowing that Asy wouldn't get up, Fresh walked toward Alaina, saying, "Nah, ma. Uncle Asy barely knows her. Actually," He picks up Alaina's hand, which has her engagement ring on her finger, "She's my fiancée."
CQ's jaw dropped, her face in complete shock. Then, she squealed, running up to the couple, saying, "Oh my gosh, really? Congrats! When's the wedding?"
Fresh and Alaina looked at each other, before turning toward CQ, saying, "We don't know."
"Really? Well, don't worry. I could help.. uhh..."
"Alaina," Alaina replied, going up to the mother to shake her hand, "Alaina Prana."
"Crayon Queen, but you can call me CQ."
Alaina, after she was done shaking CQ's hand, said, "So, your the one who took care of Fresh, huh?"
CQ giggled, saying, "Yup. He's my youngest, out of three boys. His brother's names are-"
"Yeah, I know," Alaina interrupted, "Error and Geno, right?" She turned back to Fresh, who nodded. "Yeah, I've heard them before. Fresh told me before we came here."
"Oh, okay." CQ said, smiling. Then, she gasped. "Oh, Fresh? When are you thinking of meeting your brothers?"
Fresh's eye sockets widened. He forgot all about that. Then, he shrugged.
Alaina looked at Fresh, before turning to CQ, saying, "We haven't planned that either. Sometime soon, we hope."
After a few more minutes of talking, they decided that they were going to have Fresh meet them the next night. They would've done it earlier, but Fresh didn't feel like it, (He actually was so nervous about it, that even Alaina could hear his bones rattling) so they decided to reschedule it. They were going to do something to Error and Geno, similar to how they introduced Fresh to CQ.
After planning the meeting, Fresh, Alaina, and Asy went home. Then, after dinner and watching a movie, Asy told them that it was time to take his pills, and since they made him drowsy, he was going to go to bed. After saying goodnight, Fresh made sure that the TV was turned down lower, before he snuggled up with Alaina.
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Fresh looked around. Where was he? Blackness surrounded him. Why was he here?
Suddenly, he felt something push him, and he fell on the... carpet? He looked up, seeing Error with glitches in his eye sockets. He was getting closer and closer.
Soon enough, Error was right in front of him, his fist raised, yelling out, "You dirty rotten-" But before he could finish, Geno suddenly walked behind Error, holding Error's hand still, whimpering, "P-please. Stop."
Error gave a sigh, before saying, "Okay, Geno, you win."
Fresh went to stand up, but saw Geno falling down. He went to catch him, but he couldn't move. He saw Error turning around, asking if he was okay, and what should he do.
Suddenly, Fresh heard Geno give a pained yell, before suddenly turning to dust. He sat there, staring at his dust.
"YOU!"
Fresh jumped, seeing Error, errors covering his eyes.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Error starting hitting and kicking Fresh. Fresh didn't want to fight his brother, so he covered his head, hoping to have some protection.
"HE WILL STILL BE ALIVE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU!"
"USELESS"
A kick, cracking his ribs and sternum. Fresh can't breath.
"STUPID"
A punch on his skull.
"SOULLESS"
A foot stomps on his arm.
"Wake up Fresh, wake up!"
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"AHHH!" Fresh yelled, scrambling to get out of his captors hold.
"Fresh, it's okay. It's me, it's Uncle Asy!"
Blind by his panic, he didn't know that it was his Uncle, so he kept flailing.
Asy saw this, and started to hug Fresh tightly so he wouldn’t hurt Asy or himself, while Alaina (who told him about Fresh having a nightmare) started whispering to Fresh, telling him that everything was okay.
Soon, Fresh stopped struggling, just stayed still, sobbing in Asy's shoulder.
"Hey Alaina," Asy asked, "can you go make some tea? The tea bags are in the cupboards next to the refrigerator, the kettle is already on the stove."
After nodding, Alaina walked to the kitchen, starting on the tea. While waiting for the water to boil, Alaina sat down on a chair, thinking, 'What is his dream about this time? He was afraid of Asy, if the thrashing had anything to do about it. Maybe he had a nightmare about his brothers?'
Alaina's thoughts came to a halt when the whistle of the kettle started. After pouring the hot water in a cup that says 'be proud of the scars', she put the tea bag in the cup. A couple minutes later, she took the bag out, before using the string to empty out the water in the bag.
Walking out of the kitchen with the tea in her hand, Alaina walked toward Fresh and Asy, who were both talking to each other, giggling here and there. Placing the tea on the coffee table, Alaina says, "What are you guys talking about? Here's your tea, by the way."
Fresh took the cup, taking a sip. Placing it down, he swallowed, saying, "Thanks Alaina."
"We were talking about how Fresh was as a kid. Oh, you've should've seen him!" Asy replied to her question.
"Hey!" Fresh said, "What was I suppose to do? Lay around, hoping that I'll feel something?" Even though he sounded angry, a smile was still on his face.
Ignoring him, Asy told Alaina, "Everyday, no matter what, he would watch anything on TV. And when I meant anything, I mean ANYTHING. One day, he would watch a documentary about poisonous spiders, the next he would watch SpongeBob!"
While Fresh covered his face, a purple blush on his face, Alaina giggled at the though of a tiny Fresh watching a documentary on a dangerous creature, and laughed even more. After a few minutes of laughing and finishing tea, Fresh and Alaina started getting tired, so after Asy bid them a good rest of the night, Alaina cuddled with Fresh, falling asleep for the rest of the night with no nightmares.
WLC 7.2: Tail Combat
The twins drag Ling down the dark corridors. The pink one, holding Ling's left arm, barely keeping herself from giggling. He sister, on the other hand, is equally attempting to conceal her anxiety.
"Ya don't have to," says Ling, "If ya don't want to." With purple's confused grunt, Ling continues, "I know my daughter put ya up to this."
"What? No," says the anxious twin, "I'm honored to be here tonight."
"Pinky," says Ling, turning her head, "What're we going to do tonight?"
"You're going to eat me," says the giggly twin in a raw raspy voice, then she growls, "then I'm going to eat you."
"Beauty," says Ling, turning back, "See, your sister's got a good time planned."
"I'm not going to leave this to her alone," says the lighter voiced twin, as a maid spots the trio and darts off.
"But sister, Natya will be-"
"Not there."
"Do ya two have a pair of doors to be guarding?" asks Ling, her tail wiggling its way out from her robe, "Pinky, if I asked your sister what ya would say your name is, what would she say?"
"What are you talking about?" asks the purple one, as her sister attempts to decode the question.
"Naleemi," she says, "She would call me my name." She giggles. "Sister, what would the doctor say if-"
"We're not playing this game," interrupts her sister, "and to save you time, Dr., I am Nataki."
"Nice to meet ya, Nataki," says Ling. "Glad ya can answer honestly. Now, how many are waiting for us?"
"None," says Nataki, "It's j-"
Ling slaps Nataki's butt with her tail. "Who's Natya, Naleemi?"
"She's my girlfriend," giggles Naleemi, "She's so smart. She's always planning."
"She's always scheming," mutters Nataki.
"Where's she from?"
"The North Pole!" shouts Naleemi as the twins drag Ling around a corner. "Sister's friend, Emera is from up north too."
"Solar elves?"
"Nyata is," says Naleemi, as the group reaches their destination, "Emera is a northern tree elf."
"The proper names are the horakty and the osisi," chides Nataki, opening the door into a dark bedroom. A pair of elven figures are barely visible within.
"I told you before," says a tanned elf clad in a yellow outfit otherwise identical to the twins (unlike they're bun, her hair is cut like a long bob), "if I killed your loser boyfriend, I'd be rubbing your filthy nose in it. I tell you all about how pathetically he died." She twirls a bladed tonfa. "But I didn't and I know you're only blaming me because your jealous that I'm with a princess while you hold your tongue, waiting for-"
"Jealous of a snake like you?" yells a green-clad elf of far darker complexion, her hair braided to her knees. "Princess Nataki is my friend. Friendship, have you heard of it? Is that concept too alien to you. Exploiting Naleemi is going to-"
"Friendship? Friendship, again?"
"Lmaoth, help me," mutters Nataki, as Naleemi clears her throat.
"G'day" says Ling, "Nyata and Emera, I presume."