Freddy the Watchdog

he/they Just a friendly watchdog here to have a good time! Married to wickedcooldog❣️

[freddythewatchdog]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) “Of course. Absolutely,” Mike reassured him. He found it a good time to offer, “Sorry it happened like this.” Then Mike gripped his hands together, pleading. “Now please get as far away from me as you can.”

Freddy nodded as he slowly backed away. He wasn’t sure it’d help when the Glornists likely found Teddy because he selfishly wanted to see him... Yet there was no reason to stick around anyways.

Once he was roughly a few yards away he started facing the research facility again while sneaking glances back at Reverend Mike and keeping his ears trained on him.

Whenever he looked forward he scanned the horizon for his wife so he could tell her not to bother coming all this way. Pulling out his phone to text her didn’t seem safe yet.

[freddythewatchdog]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Mike gave a small sorrowful nod when Freddy realized the futility of bargaining with evil cultist sorcerers. When he demanded to know what was going on, Mike glanced up at the sky, praying to Glorn that he wasn’t being watched, then took a cautious step closer to Freddy so he could speak quieter. “All he has to do is win in a fight against Amy.” He gave a shallow, strained smile. “Easy, right? It… is a ritualistic fight to the death, but he’s perfectly capable. Especially if I’m there to help.”

Freddy took a cautious step back. After a moment’s hesitation he came slightly closer while still maintaining his grip on his blaster.

The thought of Teddy being forced into a ritual pit fight to the death made Freddy’s stomach churn. He had to consciously remind himself that, for better or for worse, Teddy was no longer the man who froze just short of pulling the trigger unless stun was on. He already killed one monster after his life. And, from what he managed to learn about the pair, this one wasn’t any worse than the other.

Finally Freddy gave Mike a reluctant nod. “Just... well...” He let out another heavy sigh. “...make sure he gets a weapon.” Then he hastily added, “At the very least.”

[freddythewatchdog]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Mike widened his eye, cursing himself for not trying to disarm Freddy. He took in a deep breath. It looked like it was time to negotiate, if that was even possible at this point. “Freddy,” he said steadily and quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. “Bishop Percival could be back for me any minute. I can assure you he’d be very uncooperative. I don’t want him to hurt you.” After a beat he added, “Let me live and I’ll make sure Teddy will be fine. Promise.” A robotic voice emanated from Mike’s phone on the ground. “We’re sorry, the number you are trying to reach has a full mailbox and can’t receive messages at this time.”

Freddy momentarily faltered before lowering his voice. “And your sister?” He paused for a moment. “No, if I had bullshit magic I would’ve skipped straight to smiting...”

Then he let out a sigh. “Y’wanna regain my trust? Then tell me what’s going to happen to him.”

[freddythewatchdog]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Indeed, since Mike was still a bit on guard, Freddy couldn’t knock him back against the rock. However, his phone went flying to the ground in favor of using his arms to block what he could of Freddy. He grappled with Freddy’s arms, trying to pry them off of his collar. He was wearing a few necklaces in there, but if Freddy knew what the anti-scrying amulet looked like, he would see it wasn’t among them. “Freddy! Ngh— Get offa me!” Taking advantage of the force of Freddy’s pulling, Mike swooped forward to crash his shoulder into him in order to push him away. He stepped back and raised his arms defensively. “Don’t do this…”

Once Freddy’s search for the anti-scrying amulet came up empty he swore under his breath, “Damn!” He attempted to rip them all off to gain any resistances he could when Mike took advantage of Freddy’s own strength to lift himself up and counterattack.

Freddy stumbled back while gripping his shoulder. “What else am I supposed to do!?”

Then he aimed his blaster at him. “Look. Come with me if you wanna live. I’ll even arrange a ride back if they cooperate.”

There was no hesitation in Freddy’s tone. Even if they used to get along, none of it mattered after Mike backstabbed Teddy.

[freddythewatchdog]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Mike didn’t know what to do when Miriam and Percival left without him. He kicked himself for not thinking to come up with some sort of backup escape plan, because of course those assholes would have done this to him. He got out his phone to call Percival, then Miriam, but as expected they didn’t answer. He peeked out from the rock to see Freddy had turned around and was walking back. Shit! Undoubtedly he was going to give Mike grief. He contemplated running, but to where? The research facility was risky, because Cathy was still there. Maybe he could get to a saucer or spacecraft and hijack it? Then again, he was pretty sure Freddy was a little bit faster than him. In the midst of his worrying, before he knew it, Freddy walked by Mike’s rock. He braced himself with a defensive stance, ready to pull out his blaster, but then watched as Freddy simply walked past. He didn’t respond to his remark; nothing he could say could remedy this situation. Mike stayed in place to the keep an eye on Freddy while he tried calling Bishop Percival again.

Of course Mike would ignore Freddy’s pointed remark. Those bastards had no concept of guilt or shame. Grop it pissed him off!

Freddy abruptly launched himself at Mike— without even pausing to check if he managed to lower his guard— while aiming to knock his head against the rock behind him. He kicked, kneed, and elbowed him while furiously tearing at his collar in hopes of robbing him of his own anti-scrying amulet.

[freddythewatchdog]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Bishop Percival widened his eye to look surprised. “Any of us?” He glanced at Bowtie. “Huh, I was right.” He then directed Miriam to head back toward the portal. She took one last cautious glance at Freddy before steering Theodore away. Percival began walking backwards, and with a faux-forlorn sigh he said, “I’d tell you, I’d even invite you to watch, but I’ve been advised that it would be a bad idea.” With a spritely turn he sauntered back to the portal, cackling all the way. Once he was back in his chamber and the portal was closed, Percival announced, “Well that went swimmingly! We—” He was about to say how they didn’t even need Mike’s stupid attempt to offer a peaceful surrender, but with Bowtie in tow, he thought of a better thing to say. “We couldn’t have done it without Two-Eyes!” Miriam was half-paying attention, looking into the crystal ball. It was still viewing Mike. He was still at the rock he ducked behind earlier, panickedly looking back and forth like he was calculating whether he should run or not. Miriam glanced at the bishop. “Well are you gonna go get him?” she asked. “Don’t worry, I will,” he said with an eye roll as if he was asked to do a menial chore. He then fanned his hand at her. “Go show Bowtie his cell, huh?” Miriam stared at him for a moment before he waved her away again, to which she pushed Theodore along, out of the chamber. Percival stepped up to the crystal ball and watched with a grin on his face.

All Freddy could do was choke out, “Except... him...”

He helplessly watched as his brother was hauled away to endure who-knows-what torment they prepared him for. Once they were gone he gripped his blaster with one hand while rubbing his fist against his eye to quell his tears.

After roughly a minute he managed to get himself under control. Then he sent a quick text to Cathy, re-sent it to Bert, and turned around to walk back to the research station. They didn’t even manage to clear more than an eight of a mile...

Freddy forced himself to keep alert as he cautiously made his way over. He kept clear of any large rocks while checking the back of each one. Soon he found Mike disgustingly clad in the very lab coat Teddy wore as an intern.

“I can’t believe he ever trusted you..,” Freddy spat as he walked past him, feigning disinterest.

[chemistwithslippers]

Happy birthday!

why thank you ! what a kind message :-) 💚 i hope you have a lovely day whoever you are !

[freddythewatchdog]

That’s from Teddy! He also said he’d ask Bert to bring you something later! Said he stored it in his desk.

[chemistwithslippers]

oh wow !! HI TEDDY !!! 💚 i am stoked to get my gift from bert !! :-)

thank you so much the lovely freddy for the information ! please do let teddy know im wishing him well :-( 💚

[freddythewatchdog]

Will do! Happy birthday!

[chemistwithslippers]

Happy birthday!

why thank you ! what a kind message :-) 💚 i hope you have a lovely day whoever you are !

[freddythewatchdog]

That’s from Teddy! He also said he’d ask Bert to bring you something later! Said he stored it in his desk.

[thatonesoldier]

Rules of watchdog GSA/art club:

No biting

No weapons

No summoning ghosts or switching bodies

Do NOT fill the conference room with soap bubbles

And most importantly... Homophobes/transphobes get tied to the ceiling fan

[freddythewatchdog]

How do you switch bodies and why is it banned?

[freddythewatchdog]

[Reverend Mike]

[text] Good evening, Freddy. So, your birthday is coming up. I'm invited to the party, right?

[text] None of the others are coming, right?

[bishop-percival]

[text] Right, just me.

[freddythewatchdog]

It took a few hours for Freddy to respond.

[text] Well, you DID get my coin collection back...

[text] Sure! See ya there!

[freddythewatchdog]

[Reverend Mike]

[text] Good evening, Freddy. So, your birthday is coming up. I'm invited to the party, right?

[text] None of the others are coming, right?

[thatonesoldier]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

How can I join the art club?

We got a table near the entrance of the lunchroom. Stop on by bud, and all you gotta do is write your name down on a slip we give ya! Then you can skedaddle on over to the conference room on the handout! 👍🏳️‍🌈

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

Thank you. I’ll see you Saturday.

[freddythewatchdog]

I’ll be there too!

[mortisnothere]

Need to settle a debate between me and an anonymous person.

Should you be prioritising comfort or style when getting dressed? Not for anything fancy just like, out in the street or something. I’m weighing in on comfort, but my anonymous friend thinks that strangers actually care what you’re wearing at any given moment.

[freddythewatchdog]

Does it really matter when we all wear (comfortable and stylish) uniforms?

[mortisnothere]

💢💢💢💢💢💢

[freddythewatchdog]

What’s wrong, Mort?

[freddythewatchdog]

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez cringed internally. “Oh, I didn’t really think of that!” He replied, half laughing and horrifyingly embarrassed. He stayed completely still with a demented expression. After being silent for a beat he craned his neck to stare at the floor, occasionally looking up while he said: “Okay! Alright! Um, tell him I said- sorry, and he’s uh, cool.” He grinned. “Yup! Yup. Alright! See ya!” He gave a small thumbs up then immediately sprinted away in the opposite direction. “Stupid!” He mumbled to himself then smacked his face with his palm. Without looking he bumped into another watchdog and nearly went into cardiac arrest, yet he said nothing from pure terror and ran out of the exit to WR.

A lifetime of extroversion without innate social skills to go with it had made Freddy into a very observant man. The way Fez had reacted to his brother didn’t go unnoticed. Neither did the abrupt change in tone and loss of interest despite maintaining a cheerful expression, followed by an odd desperation.

Yet without knowing Fez’ occupation there was only one conclusion he could come to: Fez was a rude, shallow, judgemental jerk who he didn’t actually want to talk to again. (Or let Teddy talk to.) Granted, that assumption was open to amending if he found out that it was all a coincidence but...

Well, some Tumblr scrolling and taking a closer look at an online acquaintance of the same name took care of that. As Freddy texted his brother a link to Detective Fez’ conversations with Amy he thanked his lucky stars that he trusted his gut and avoided giving him any valuable information. Instead, Teddy was warned to stay away from the WR office and watch out for Detective Fez.

A few hours later— when lunch rolled around without releasing Freddy from the WR’s merciless ticket line— Teddy texted a simple “Thank you” back before forwarding it to Reverend Mike.

[freddythewatchdog]

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez got the memo. Tone it down, he told himself. He half-chuckled, feeling awkwardness beginning to build. “Sorry, um. Check it out.” He knelt down and unrolled the hem of his pants, which seemed to have bunched up thread along the very bottom. “So, my bobbin sucks. Everytime I buy a new one I’m like ‘Oh, I’ll grab one and see if it works,’ but then the tension doesn’t really feel right no matter what I do.” He stood up. “So, I was wondering if I should ask him about it? I don’t really know anyone else who sews other than my sister and we haven’t talked in years. I know it’s like… Forward but yeah.” He stuffed his hands into his coat pockets then checked his watch once more. He could genuinely use the advice, but he didn’t like Teddy truthfully. He remembered to keep his expression interested, but not forced. He toiled with himself mentally, fighting tooth and nail to scold himself in case his true colors showed. He needed clues at the moment.

“I mean, I can pass along your email if you want but...” Freddy awkwardly rubbed his head. “Have you ever tried asking anyone online?”

Then they smiled while giving Fez a thumbs up. “The folks on the hobbyist forums are surprisingly helpful! You could probably post a photo and get some answers before my brother gets the chance to message you back, y’know?”

[freddythewatchdog]

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez began to trot away, but then he stopped suddenly. He reevaluated, then spun on his heel, and with a determined look, he marched towards Freddy. “Oh! One more thing, how’s Teddy’s sewing going?” He asked, expression now interested.

Fez kept giving Freddy whiplash and he wasn’t sure how to handle it.

“Good?” he hesitantly answered, not trusting the look on his face nor intensity. “Probably? He hasn’t mentioned it lately?”