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"I think about you everyday at least a hundred times or more..." || Ask/Rp Blog for the "Factory Fever" AU.

[factory-fever]

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Whitty stuffed the change into the cashier, wiping bomb's forehead with the back of his hand. The store had been unusually full today, and he'd been really feeling it. They looked up, letting a small smile cross bomb's face when he saw no one else in line. A break! Finally. He turned to his monitor, gently patting it.

"God... Today's been pretty busy, huh? Sorry for not getting to talk to you much today! I think last time I was telling you about that party last week... Well, so me and Tabi were just having a few drinks, right? And-"

Unbeknownst to him, someone was listening.

"Look, he's got a new little pin on their backpack! Bomb's so cute!"

"Agreed. But that bitch of a boss he has is making bomb take too many shifts, and that bitch Caroline keeps missing hers. Whitty's too nice for their own good, taking all her shifts... We can fix that, though."

"Mhm! Our Whitty just needs a bit more calm. And more money, too. I've seen his income and it's ridiculously low..."

A sudden, annoyed cough came from behind Whitty, who stopped talking and turned around. Shit, it was bomb's boss.

"If you have time to talk to that computer, then you also have time to organize the cans in the back."

"Y- Yes, sir! Understood!"

Unbeknownst to Updike, a few hundred dollars had just been taken out of his bank account and deposited to bomb's.

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Silence. Then, the noise of glass shattering, followed by a loud thud. The short man pried himself off of the ground quickly before taking flight, seemingly about to fall into hysterics. Not too far behind, another man jumped out of the window, looking rather angry.

"You won't catch me like that, you know!"

He wove through streets and alleyways until he had a moment's rest, grinning to foxself. In a second, there was a fox where they'd previously been, and not a moment too soon. After a few fruitless seconds of searching the man gave up, turning around and walking out. Hellion returned to its normal form, cackling to himself. Another successful day of looting and tricking others.

[bombshxll-glacixr]

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Fighter slammed his hand down on the wooden table in front of him, cracking it in half and sending wooden splinters everywhere.

"Now... Tell me again what ya just said."

The grunt took a measured step back, gaze shifting from their boss' brass knuckle adorned hands to bomb's face, which was shifted into something that resembled a smile, if it weren't so forced. All in all, the bombhead looked absolutely livid.

"He, uh... Got away, sir."

"Fuckin' useless. If ya want something right, do it yaself, then. Idiots..."

What happened next was quick, in the blink of an eye. In a second, the grunt went from standing there to having their head tightly grasped within Fighter's hand, the other not hesitating to crush it in their palm. The bombhead grunted, shaking the bits of brain and skull off their hands.

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A fluffy, dishevelled man looked out from his hiding spot in a random alleyway, hands clenched tightly. Was he safe? They'd heard footsteps moving away, but ice knew that it could be a ruse. Some tense, silent minutes passed before Flurry let out a sigh, carefully stepping out to the street.

"Still safe. It's... it's alright."

Hopefully blizzard would get the chance to find something to eat before having to run again.

[factory-fever]

Something, or someone, seemed to be hiding within the dark shadows of a barely used storage closet. He had been in here for a while, and no one had entered yet, so he just had to wait... -@scribbled-cloud

Soft humming came from outside the closet, as well as the noises that were characteristic of someone sweeping. Slowly, they approached, until it seemed like they were right outside of it.

“Mm, that should do it!everything looks clean enough. Now I only need to put this away and close up…”

The door to the storage closet opened, showing a tall bombhead, clad with employee clothes. He was about to put the broom away, until they spotted the creature amongst the cleaning supplies.

“Uh…. Hello? Are you awake…?”

[factory-fever]

Gabriel moved his hand over to whitty’s so he could take the bag.

Whitty wasted no time in slowly grabbing the bag and moving it out of Gabriel's hands, some of his fluttering nerves calming down.

"Are you, uh... Still hungry?"

He'd just pay for whatever the creature ate, no problem.

[factory-fever]

Updike, skid, and pump were walking through the store. Well, skid and pump were sitting in a shopping cart that Updike was pushing. They continued along, grabbing what was on lila’s shopping list. Updike had felt off the morning, but felt pretty ok until now. He now felt like he had a fever, and he felt tired. He did his best to ignore it for now, at least until they were done shopping. -@spooky-clouds

(@spooky-clouds)

‘Alright, almost done with this box… Just a few more cans and you’re done, Whitty. Then you have your lunch break.’

The bombhead grabbed his cap, pushing it forwards lightly to have space to wipe his brow. Mr Updike really did ask a lot of him every now and then, but they were mostly used to it by now. Just that the last customer bomb dealt with wasn’t exactly the nicest… He stood up and turned around, eyes narrowing in confusion at the scene in front of them. Was that… His boss? It looked a lot like him, but from what bomb remembered, Mr Updike didn’t have kids… Was he babysitting? That would make sense… And what was he wearing? It certainly wasn’t his usual getup. Maybe it was a today thing? Like the kids? Well, no shame in asking.

“Uh, hi Mr Updike! I… Haven’t seen these two with you before. Are you babysitting?”

[factory-fever]

As Updike followed whitty with the cart, he let out a quiet groan.

Skid looked over at him, as he had noticed it.

[”You ok?”]

“I’m fine Skid…”

The store worker’s eyes narrowed, gaze shifting to Updike in slight concern. Sure, his boss wasn’t the best boss, but he wanted to make sure the other was doing alright.

“Are you sure? We’ve got medicine here.”

[spooky-clouds]

”I…I’m not sick. It’s a different thing…”

Both kids looked at Updike, seeming a little worried.

[factory-fever]

Whitty seemed slightly confused, and a bit worried, but he just nodded. Whatever his boss was dealing with, it was probably not something that he wanted bomb's help with.

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[factory-fever]

Updike, skid, and pump were walking through the store. Well, skid and pump were sitting in a shopping cart that Updike was pushing. They continued along, grabbing what was on lila’s shopping list. Updike had felt off the morning, but felt pretty ok until now. He now felt like he had a fever, and he felt tired. He did his best to ignore it for now, at least until they were done shopping. -@spooky-clouds

(@spooky-clouds)

‘Alright, almost done with this box… Just a few more cans and you’re done, Whitty. Then you have your lunch break.’

The bombhead grabbed his cap, pushing it forwards lightly to have space to wipe his brow. Mr Updike really did ask a lot of him every now and then, but they were mostly used to it by now. Just that the last customer bomb dealt with wasn’t exactly the nicest… He stood up and turned around, eyes narrowing in confusion at the scene in front of them. Was that… His boss? It looked a lot like him, but from what bomb remembered, Mr Updike didn’t have kids… Was he babysitting? That would make sense… And what was he wearing? It certainly wasn’t his usual getup. Maybe it was a today thing? Like the kids? Well, no shame in asking.

“Uh, hi Mr Updike! I… Haven’t seen these two with you before. Are you babysitting?”

[factory-fever]

As Updike followed whitty with the cart, he let out a quiet groan.

Skid looked over at him, as he had noticed it.

[”You ok?”]

“I’m fine Skid...”

The store worker's eyes narrowed, gaze shifting to Updike in slight concern. Sure, his boss wasn't the best boss, but he wanted to make sure the other was doing alright.

"Are you sure? We've got medicine here."

[factory-fever]

Something, or someone, seemed to be hiding within the dark shadows of a barely used storage closet. He had been in here for a while, and no one had entered yet, so he just had to wait... -@scribbled-cloud

Soft humming came from outside the closet, as well as the noises that were characteristic of someone sweeping. Slowly, they approached, until it seemed like they were right outside of it.

“Mm, that should do it!everything looks clean enough. Now I only need to put this away and close up…”

The door to the storage closet opened, showing a tall bombhead, clad with employee clothes. He was about to put the broom away, until they spotted the creature amongst the cleaning supplies.

“Uh…. Hello? Are you awake…?”

[scribbled-cloud]

Updike closed his eyes, letting out a distressed garbling noise as he slinked back more into the shadows. Well, as much as he could anyway.

[factory-fever]

“Woah! I’m not here to hurt you little guy.”

The bombhead dropped the item he was holding, trying to appear as non-threatening as he possible could.

“Do you need something? Food, maybe? I’m pretty sure I can sneak some away…”

[scribbled-cloud]

Gabriel kept his eyes closed as he made more garbling noises.

[factory-fever]

“Mm…”

The bombhead left the supply closet, coming back with a bag of chips.

“Do you want these? I don’t know if you’re hungry…”

[scribbled-cloud]

Gabriel slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bag of chips. He stared at whitty and the chips for a moment before slowly reaching a hand out to whitty.

[factory-fever]

Whitty carefully handed the bag of chips over to Gabriel, and just as carefully moved his hand away as to not startle them with any sudden movements.

“… Here you go.”

[scribbled-cloud]

Gabriel opened the bag of chips, then glanced into the bag. A second later, he opened his mouth, which now made it visible, and also revealed his tongue and many sharp teeth.

He then started eating the chips from the bag.

[factory-fever]

Staring at the creature’s teeth, Whitty was suddenly very glad that it hadn’t been impatient and took him as a good enough substitute for a meal. Should he get another bag? Was the creature going to be fine with only one? They decided to wait and see, somewhat tense.

[scribbled-cloud]

Once Gabriel finished the chips, he shut his mouth and held the bag in his claws, not sure what to do with it now.

[factory-fever]

"I'm just, uh, gonna take that from you now, little buddy... Please don't bite me-"

The bombhead reached out for the bag, painstakingly slow, a forced smile on their face. Maybe it'd be less likely to attack him if they did that?

[factory-fever]

Something, or someone, seemed to be hiding within the dark shadows of a barely used storage closet. He had been in here for a while, and no one had entered yet, so he just had to wait... -@scribbled-cloud

Soft humming came from outside the closet, as well as the noises that were characteristic of someone sweeping. Slowly, they approached, until it seemed like they were right outside of it.

“Mm, that should do it!everything looks clean enough. Now I only need to put this away and close up…”

The door to the storage closet opened, showing a tall bombhead, clad with employee clothes. He was about to put the broom away, until they spotted the creature amongst the cleaning supplies.

“Uh…. Hello? Are you awake…?”

[scribbled-cloud]

Updike closed his eyes, letting out a distressed garbling noise as he slinked back more into the shadows. Well, as much as he could anyway.

[factory-fever]

“Woah! I’m not here to hurt you little guy.”

The bombhead dropped the item he was holding, trying to appear as non-threatening as he possible could.

“Do you need something? Food, maybe? I’m pretty sure I can sneak some away…”

[scribbled-cloud]

Gabriel kept his eyes closed as he made more garbling noises.

[factory-fever]

“Mm…”

The bombhead left the supply closet, coming back with a bag of chips.

“Do you want these? I don’t know if you’re hungry…”

[scribbled-cloud]

Gabriel slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bag of chips. He stared at whitty and the chips for a moment before slowly reaching a hand out to whitty.

[factory-fever]

Whitty carefully handed the bag of chips over to Gabriel, and just as carefully moved his hand away as to not startle them with any sudden movements.

“… Here you go.”

[scribbled-cloud]

Gabriel opened the bag of chips, then glanced into the bag. A second later, he opened his mouth, which now made it visible, and also revealed his tongue and many sharp teeth.

He then started eating the chips from the bag.

[factory-fever]

Staring at the creature's teeth, Whitty was suddenly very glad that it hadn't been impatient and took him as a good enough substitute for a meal. Should he get another bag? Was the creature going to be fine with only one? They decided to wait and see, somewhat tense.

[factory-fever]

Updike, skid, and pump were walking through the store. Well, skid and pump were sitting in a shopping cart that Updike was pushing. They continued along, grabbing what was on lila’s shopping list. Updike had felt off the morning, but felt pretty ok until now. He now felt like he had a fever, and he felt tired. He did his best to ignore it for now, at least until they were done shopping. -@spooky-clouds

(@spooky-clouds)

‘Alright, almost done with this box… Just a few more cans and you’re done, Whitty. Then you have your lunch break.’

The bombhead grabbed his cap, pushing it forwards lightly to have space to wipe his brow. Mr Updike really did ask a lot of him every now and then, but they were mostly used to it by now. Just that the last customer bomb dealt with wasn’t exactly the nicest… He stood up and turned around, eyes narrowing in confusion at the scene in front of them. Was that… His boss? It looked a lot like him, but from what bomb remembered, Mr Updike didn’t have kids… Was he babysitting? That would make sense… And what was he wearing? It certainly wasn’t his usual getup. Maybe it was a today thing? Like the kids? Well, no shame in asking.

“Uh, hi Mr Updike! I… Haven’t seen these two with you before. Are you babysitting?”

[factory-fever]

Updike thought for a moment, deciding to just go along with the fact that whitmore had a job. It was strange that whitmore didn’t seem nervous from his presence though…

“Actually, I don’t know. Could you tell us where it is?”

Whitth quirked a brow, somewhat confused, but simply shrugged it off.

“Well, it’s over at aisle A 12, to our right. Next to the fruits section. I can guide you there, if you want?”

[spooky-clouds]

Updike thought for a moment.

“no it’s alright.”

[”but I wanna keep talking to the bomb man!”]

Updike looked at skid.

“you do?”

[”yeah!”]

“he’s nice!”

Well, looks like pump had decided to chime in too.

“well, even if he’s nice, he still has a job to do. We can’t distract him from his job.”

[factory-fever]

“… Weeeell, there’s not exactly a lot of business at this time. I can take you all to the aisle, no problem!”

Besides, the kids were nice to talk about. Not that he wanted to see if they had any nice, embarrassing stories about his boss (who was still acting really odd? Huh.), not at all. Ok, maybe a little bit, but in bomb’s defense, he was always gloomy and closed off from… Everyone, actually. This was the first time he’d seen the man with anyone that didn’t work here.

[spooky-clouds]

The two spooky kids looked at Updike excitedly upon hearing what Whitty had just said.

Updike looked back at the two, thought for a moment, then sighed.

“alright, I suppose he can come along then.”

[Yay!]

“yay!”

Both kinds cheered.

“but if he has to go back to work, we can’t stop him, ok?”

Both kids nodded.

[factory-fever]

"Oh, great! Guess I get a little more time with you two, huh?"

The bombhead had an easygoing smile on his face, starting to walk towards one of the many familiar aisles around. It was a bit funny that Updike of all people was telling that to them, considering he was their boss, but maybe he didn't want the kids to know? Odd, but Whitty didn't get paid to make questions about what his boss said and didn't say.

[factory-fever]

“I never said you were. Don’t worry I believe you but just-“

Blink blink.

“H o w” -Caring

"Just uh- I know you won't believe me when I explain but I just woke up one day with like. Ten thousand extra in my bank account and apparently it came from the fucking government- I still don't know how that happened and I am very much not looking for a repeat, thank you very much."

[factory-fever]

Updike, skid, and pump were walking through the store. Well, skid and pump were sitting in a shopping cart that Updike was pushing. They continued along, grabbing what was on lila’s shopping list. Updike had felt off the morning, but felt pretty ok until now. He now felt like he had a fever, and he felt tired. He did his best to ignore it for now, at least until they were done shopping. -@spooky-clouds

(@spooky-clouds)

‘Alright, almost done with this box… Just a few more cans and you’re done, Whitty. Then you have your lunch break.’

The bombhead grabbed his cap, pushing it forwards lightly to have space to wipe his brow. Mr Updike really did ask a lot of him every now and then, but they were mostly used to it by now. Just that the last customer bomb dealt with wasn’t exactly the nicest… He stood up and turned around, eyes narrowing in confusion at the scene in front of them. Was that… His boss? It looked a lot like him, but from what bomb remembered, Mr Updike didn’t have kids… Was he babysitting? That would make sense… And what was he wearing? It certainly wasn’t his usual getup. Maybe it was a today thing? Like the kids? Well, no shame in asking.

“Uh, hi Mr Updike! I… Haven’t seen these two with you before. Are you babysitting?”

[factory-fever]

Updike thought for a moment, deciding to just go along with the fact that whitmore had a job. It was strange that whitmore didn’t seem nervous from his presence though…

“Actually, I don’t know. Could you tell us where it is?”

Whitth quirked a brow, somewhat confused, but simply shrugged it off.

“Well, it’s over at aisle A 12, to our right. Next to the fruits section. I can guide you there, if you want?”

[spooky-clouds]

Updike thought for a moment.

“no it’s alright.”

[”but I wanna keep talking to the bomb man!”]

Updike looked at skid.

“you do?”

[”yeah!”]

“he’s nice!”

Well, looks like pump had decided to chime in too.

“well, even if he’s nice, he still has a job to do. We can’t distract him from his job.”

[factory-fever]

"... Weeeell, there's not exactly a lot of business at this time. I can take you all to the aisle, no problem!"

Besides, the kids were nice to talk about. Not that he wanted to see if they had any nice, embarrassing stories about his boss (who was still acting really odd? Huh.), not at all. Ok, maybe a little bit, but in bomb's defense, he was always gloomy and closed off from... Everyone, actually. This was the first time he'd seen the man with anyone that didn't work here.

[factory-fever]

Something, or someone, seemed to be hiding within the dark shadows of a barely used storage closet. He had been in here for a while, and no one had entered yet, so he just had to wait... -@scribbled-cloud

Soft humming came from outside the closet, as well as the noises that were characteristic of someone sweeping. Slowly, they approached, until it seemed like they were right outside of it.

“Mm, that should do it!everything looks clean enough. Now I only need to put this away and close up…”

The door to the storage closet opened, showing a tall bombhead, clad with employee clothes. He was about to put the broom away, until they spotted the creature amongst the cleaning supplies.

“Uh…. Hello? Are you awake…?”

[scribbled-cloud]

Updike closed his eyes, letting out a distressed garbling noise as he slinked back more into the shadows. Well, as much as he could anyway.

[factory-fever]

“Woah! I’m not here to hurt you little guy.”

The bombhead dropped the item he was holding, trying to appear as non-threatening as he possible could.

“Do you need something? Food, maybe? I’m pretty sure I can sneak some away…”

[scribbled-cloud]

Gabriel kept his eyes closed as he made more garbling noises.

[factory-fever]

“Mm…”

The bombhead left the supply closet, coming back with a bag of chips.

“Do you want these? I don’t know if you’re hungry…”

[scribbled-cloud]

Gabriel slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bag of chips. He stared at whitty and the chips for a moment before slowly reaching a hand out to whitty.

[factory-fever]

Whitty carefully handed the bag of chips over to Gabriel, and just as carefully moved his hand away as to not startle them with any sudden movements.

"... Here you go."

[factory-fever]

Saro hummed softly, having a small soft smile on her face. She gave her friend a few gentle pats to his head. Honestly, she didn’t know the meaning of those words too well but, he didn’t seem to take that bad. “Alrighty, thanks! And don’t worry about that, I think I got it well- it..means something about enjoying, Right? As for the cinema, Do you have a movie in mind that you’d like to see? Or, What kind of movies do you like to see?” She managed to say and ask, willing to know that before she can try to interact with the computer. Knowing well that there are two people in the computer, it would be best to keep things for herself, or at least not try to vent about things but try to befriend them. Eventually, Saro gazed at the computer, mainly to check on them.

"Pretty much, yeah! It just means go right ahead, just a more... Casual? Way of saying it? And maybe a comedy movie, I like those a lot."

He liked horror movies too, but most people didn't. At least certainly not at first meeting, and bomb didn't want to scare her away because of a poor movie choice of all things.

[factory-fever]

"Nothing bad I promise."

They pause.

"Hol up- AGAIN?????" -Caring

"It wasn't my fault I promise I'm not a criminal alright-"

Really, how the fuck did ten thousand dollars from the government end up in bomb's bank account? He didn't know anyone who could do that, but the police had been very clear on what he could expect if it happened again.

[factory-fever]

What do you think your friend should do?

"No idea! Whatever she wants to do, I guess?"

[factory-fever]

" :] I'm sure I can work something out,,,"

Caring that sounds ominous as shit What are you planning- Caring

"... What are you going to do please I can't get in trouble with the law again-"

Again???