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Indie, semi-selective blog for "Executive Proton." Written by Vincent- this blog is a mistake. Pure crack, don't take this blog seriously

[knife-wielding-bootleg]

atknifepoint:

How could this guy be that blunt? What was he supposed to say to that?! How was he supposed to say no? The other was, without wanting to sound narcissistic, all Lance was attracted to.

“I…uhm…I mean…why not? I just…” The squeeze made his blush even harder, eyes darting up to the other as he covered his face with the papers. “I…can you promise me something?”

While he wouldn’t force himself on the cutie, he would be very disappointed if he said no.. especially when he was so clearly eyeing him like that, wanting him, attracted to him. But- oh, he was saying yes, how fun! 

“Ohh? How wonderful, we’ll have a great time together...” Giving his ass another, no-so-gentle squeeze, he pulled away with a smirk still in place- pausing at the question. “And what do you want me to promise?” How peculiar.

[knife-wielding-bootleg]

He had gone down these halls a good many number of times, but he never expected to suddenly feel like he was lost. He was positive this was the correct way to the executives offices.. Man, he was going to be late in turning in his paperwork..!

Boots clacking against the wooded floors, Proton headed down the hall, towards his office- before he reached it though, a certain small grunt was wandering the halls with a stack of paperwork, looking very much lost. Oh, what a shame.. perhaps he should help him out. 

“Ahem.” Clearing his throat, he approached- he hadn’t seen this one around before.. and he knew he’d recognize him, with that heavily painted face. A bit weird, but oddly endearing. “You look lost, little one... need a hand?” 

[knife-wielding-bootleg]

atknifepoint:

“Y-you can call me Blade. It might not be my actual name, but it´s one I go by until I know someone better…S-sorry…”

Oh god, the other was really close, and he looked incredibly attractive, from his sheer size, over the slight stubble of facial hair, down to the very persistent and clear air of danger surrounding him. Why was that always the kind of person he was drawn to…

Blade, like his knives, he would assume. Cute, yet again. Oh, he was going to eat this man alive. “Oh, I don’t mind~ Did you name yourself after the knives you carry? How charming.. you really are a cute little thing.” Ever-growing grin still present, his free hand went to his cheeks, gently pinching the pale cheeks. Completely smooth.. not unlike his own.

“Hmm... would you care you join me for a night? You’re so clearly attracted to me, look at you, you’re so red...” Adjusting his position, he did this just so he could gently grab at his double’s ass, squeezing- nice and plush, as expected.

[knife-wielding-bootleg]

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His cheeks burned a bright red as he accidentally crumpled the paper in his hand, startled by the approach. Shit, he shouldn´t have stared that obviously, but how could he not? "I...I...h-hi. You´re tall. That´s...new...for me. You know...because most other 'me' are short."

Ohh, he was right! That was just precious, a little lookalike admiring him... this could be fun- he looked like fun. “It’s that uncommon, hm? That is a shame. You like tall men, cutie? Haven’t met a double before.. how lucky you are to be the first one.”

Arm still draped around the other, he eyed the crumpled up paper- what a shame. “Hm.. you gonna introduce yourself? You are me, yes, but.. need a defining name, you know.”

[knife-wielding-bootleg]

Lance watched the taller version of himself from across the hall, unable to move or speak, just... staring in wonder.

It was only a matter of time before Proton noticed the shorter man staring at him- in awe, shock, he couldn’t quite pinpoint what. Curiosity peaked, he approached, cocking an eyebrow at his double. Huh… he was so short. “You want somethin’? I saw you staring.”

Slowly a shit-eating grin spread across his face, and he slung an arm around him, chuckling. “You admiring me? How cute.”

[boot-legged]

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It didn’t take long at all for the executive to come busting down the door to the others’ room when he received the texts.

“WHERE’S MY SNOOKIE AT?”

Huffing and looking around in an adrenaline fueled panic for his precious baby girl. Nowhere in sight was the rancid Raticate in question.

[knife-wielding-bootleg]

And as soon as the ridiculously smelly man came crashing in, he pointed at the equally as smelly rat still in Eldrich’s jaws, locked in such a way she couldn’t really retaliate. “Right there, Petey. Take better care of your disgusting pokemon, and yourself for that matter.” 

The petname was dripping with sarcasm, and with a snap of his fingers the Raticate was dropped, said rodent immediately scampering over to the safety of its owner. “Keep a better eye on it- I’ve been kind so far, don’t expect it to last.” A butterfly knife was suddenly in his hands, twirling it expertly with his eyes locked on the shorter man.

“Hm.. could always stick around a little longer. Me ‘n Eldrich, we’re so lonely.” That was definitely not friendly.

[hollowsart]

A transparent Bootleg Proton for @polarizedparticle!

I may color it myself later on

[knife-wielding-bootleg]

A foul odor spread quickly within the executives quarters, signally something had gotten inside. That something was large and shuffling beneath the bed with a small, delicate, jingle of a bell. Whatever could it be? [boot-legged]

Oh, Proton knew exactly what that fucking thing was- it was the second time this week the bastard’s disgusting rat had gotten into his quarters, and it was only a matter of time before he killed the thing. Pokeball in hand, he sent out Eldrich, plugging his nose as he pointed at the large lump moving beneath his bed. 

The dog grimaced as it crawled under the executive’s bed, taking the large rat by the scruff and earning a high-pitch shriek of protest as it pulled the creature out from under the bed. Turning his nose up at the site, Proton pulled out his phone, sending a few texts.

[txt]: Your disgusting rat got into my room again.

[txt] She gets in here one more time Eldrich isn’t going to be so gentle. Come get her.

[knife-wielding-bootleg]

"PROTON! YOU'RE COMING WITH ME! I need someone to tell me how wonderful I look while I get dressed."

Ah. There he went again... it wasn’t too hard to please the boss when it came to such a simple request though. “Can do, sir. Will it be the fantastic orange suit as usual?” Gods, how he hated that orange suit.

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