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First image transcript: Welcome to my blog! I'm Mush! I'm an adult artist currently hyperfixated on Pokémon (specifically mewtwo) I have Autism & Anxiety & I'm doing my best! He/They
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Crackship babies (Requests still open)
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Inbox invasion asks
Espetwo comic
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Adopts
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… 💍 in a wedding dress!
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TW: angst, su
Send me Pokemon and I will attempt to make improved clone variants of them, only rule is that they be pokemon an evil organisation would rea
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So, if you're seeing this it means tumblr queue system actually worked and scheduled post posted, it's 5am my time, November 25th 2025, this would've been our anniversary wouldn't it Hunter? You'd have wanted me up bright and early for you, and let's hope I didn't sleep in. Cause I know you're stalking me, you've confessed to me before about stalking your exes to check and see if they're posting about you
For my followers, I'm sorry but this is probably gonna be the last post you ever see from me, but after nearly a year long abusive relationship with @/xhunterbeatsx also known as seasidemew/blastedoffagain/mewplicity/holopkmncity/quartznuzlocke/mewceus and potential alt accounts of universalcrossovers/E0S/E0SS not to mention two years of absolute toxic and soul destroying friendship, I can't bounce back
You win Hunter, like you always win, you're the biggest victim and you got everything you wanted, my designs, my ideas, my time, my body and now you've claimed my life too. Since, I know you're still drawing me, I was informed that you drew me over and over and over again during oc-tober for the prompts, I'm not surprised that after everything you did to me you couldn't even give me the grace of leaving me alone. You tried to convince me that I'd died, that you had part of me, you never did, but you really did just want to kill me didn't you? So you could morph a perfect little cock puppet, since you always told me about the other 'mes' in your head and how good they were to fuck after all
You used these 'mes' to make me feel bad for not giving you sex.
For those that don't know, Hunter used emotional, mental even psychological abuse (he'd expect me to be up 5am every morning to give him his 'mushy' time and stay up late for 'Mushy' time, I'd often go to bed about 11/12, meaning I'd be getting 6/5 hours of sleep a night unless he graced me with a lie in around his work schedule because I was too scared to sleep in), not to mention keeping me from actually eating food until points after 12 in the afternoon because I would be expected to be on video call, as I would not be comfortable making food and eating due to comments about the noises I made and because of how much he had wrapped me into his personality (the 5 to 6 hours sleep for weeks at a time probably did not help)
He also sexually abused me via emotional manipulation and cohesive methods. He spent 2 hours once guilting me for not having sex with him after I'd just gotten off of an irregular period he'd caused by cohersing me into sleeping on the other side of my bed away from meds. I'd actually been in my room at the time going to give him that, so he could without my knowing until later take screenshot of my naked body over the discord call (you still have those pictures don't you?). I then when he woke up had to give him sex and tell him every step of the way how much I really did want to have sex with him and it had nothing to do with the fact he had spend 2 (maybe even 3 or 4 tbh) hours making me feel shitty for being unable to keep up with your sex drive.
And when my sex drive was naturally destroyed by this perverse disgusting act of defiling abuse, then came the constant pokes and jokes about me being unable to give sex unable to perform because how dare I not want to shove a toy into myself for your viewing pleasure after you pressured me into doing it for you. And I basically just got told "Sorry you got fucked over, but Hunter doesn't feel empathy for other people and sex with you actually feels good for him after so many bad painful experiences so of course he wants to have sex with you", sorry you were raped by us but have you considered it just feels sooooooooo good for Hunter tho have you considered that of course he wanted that.
My consent did not matter. My feelings did not matter. Only the pleasure that Hunter could get from me mattered. He didn't care about me. He didn't care about my feelings just about feeling good.
Had we met in person, I think he would've sexually assaulted me. He would've forced a dildo inside of me that was too large and ripped open my vaginal hole just so you'd get the sexual satisfaction of knotting me, even if I protested and begged you not to. And then when I would lie there trembling and crying in violation you'd cry. Not because you felt bad, but because you want me to feel bad, you'd probably threaten to leave me alone in that hotel room, that you should 'just go' and leave when I'm lying there beyond violated needing only comfort. And you'd pressure me into letting you do it again, 'to make it right', to 'make it better', I probably would've been disassociating and letting you do whatever to my body, just like you would've wanted. And at the end of it, I'd have to hug you and kiss on you tell you you did amazing, tell you how much I love you, cry at the airport as I see you off and go home and hate myself. Maybe you'd have broken up with me over text after that after getting what you wanted from my body, or in confidence believe you have me completely where you want me to keep abusing me for years and years.
I loved you. I loved you so so much, I gave you everything I could possibly give and more desperate for you to love me back to be kind to me to treat me sweetly, to just be kind to me. And you never would. Because you never loved me. You loved what I could give you how I could make you feel what you could get out of me, you loved that I boosted your ego and that you could manipulate me into giving you anything, that I was so desperate for your approval so desperate for your friendship I let you treat me like absolute scum.
You would leave me with shot nerves, unable to eat and day completely ruined feeling worthless and like I should just be fucking dead when you would intentionally cause me emotional distress with your foul moods and never giving me the grace of relief that it wasn't my fault. You knew how much it would disturb me you would hear my voice quiver and break the way I stuttered and repeated myself desperately searching for the right answer, and all you could give me was that continued distress because you had 'no dialogue options', because you couldn't just leave the call before I was awake to be emotionally distressed, you couldn't leave the call and then write a message apologising when you were able to speak, no. I had to sit with you the whole time, becoming more and more distressed until you finally hung up, because I'd be too scared too in case I was verbally abused for abandoning you or not caring enough by your supposed headmate Howl, with news of you potentially system faking Howl was just another way to abuse me wasn't it? To say all the awful things you couldn't get away with, putting on a mask and then turning around to say "*le gasp* how dare she", and if she is in fact real, she still abused me and you still have her trained to do that, to make your victims afraid and behave right or run them off so you can cry victim. And then the next day being blamed for my voice breaking and not being chipper enough for you, that you could 'tell' I was distressed and yet, never stopping. Guess that's part of the not having empathy for people?
I would hurt myself for you, because of you, because I thought it would make everything okay because nothing I did talking begging pleading, apologising over and over just to make it stop, never worked. My nails would sink into the flesh of my arms leaving dents in my skin that sometimes lasted days, I would scratch myself hoping it would rip open my flesh and that my blood would make it all okay again, that maybe if I bled you'd see just how serious I was just how much you meant for to me that I would hurt myself for you.
Nothing I did would've ever been enough for you. How many designs did you take from me, with no compensation? No real gratitude only greed? And you'd reward me with "oh you're the only person I feel comfortable asking for little edits from," that even when I made designs for the server you'd come and abuse me in private dms for not giving them to you first, that you don't want to ask in public chat just give them to me now, what do you mean I only get this is nobody else wants it? It got to a point I was just too scared to not give you everything, so I did, I gave you everything and just kept showering you in more hoping hoping hoping you'd treat me right for it in return that it'd be enough for you to be in a good mood rather than abuse me (it never worked).
You always got extra designs during events. You also got designs meant for my shop, my only means of income during unemployment that you benefited from and exploited as I was too scared to get a job because of the threat of your 'euphoria' dropping if you didn't see my enough and that you wouldn't love me anymore, I was so desperate for the relationship to work I didn't dare seek employment and yet here you go getting a job. Congrats. Do they know you put holes in your plushies to finger fuck them? That you have a rep of me you finger fuck or use a marker? I bet you've put one on Truffles too despite promising not to.
For your birthday you received two custom from me, with lore and just because you mentioned it in passing and because I loved you I let you take designs from my shop as you'd convinced me there was in fact two hosts, and I didn't want either host of the person I love to feel left out, but you weren't satisfied with how much you were allowed to take for free you kept pushing me to let you have more and more and more, how much did you 'both' end up taking? Over £120 worth right?
For my birthday you made me want to kill myself. Because you made me think I existed for you, you were angry I accidentally slept in till 6:30 rather than getting up at 5am as you expected, you refused to just tell me you were being irrational instead letting me fester in guilt and fear for not being awake on time and left wondering why I was even alive if I couldn't even make you happy, on my own birthday.
And my gift was artwork of now 3/4 designs you own, you pressured me into making Artemis canon and now I don't even own him because unlike you I have the basic respect to not use your designs and your works in my own story, because I know you said you're still going to use my ideas and characters, how dare you, there's no way you can do that respectfully after everything you've done to me. I had to rip out every single thing so you couldnt control me with because I was so fucking afraid of you, I didn't want to give you another inch into my life after you abused me so long and so horribly.
You couldn't even just be appreciative of the fact I even still wanted to be civil with you after you self admitted thought you drove me to self harming at the end of July, my birthday month wasn't even over and you treated me so horribly even you were scared you'd gone too far.
There's so many other things you did, like intentionally being emotionally abusive after I'd spent hours making and transferring character pages I owned to you, because yes turning around after somebody has done hours of labor for your staying up till 2am to tell them how You were hurt by them posting art of their own oc when they posted that when they thought they were safe from you confirming you are in fact not safe but with the twist of just how much your feelings were hurt by again, oc art pixels on a screen, is emotional manipulation, you would've been scary to deal with during the shared account era if I'd posted that.
And telling someone again after hours of labor that they've done something 'wrong' (when it was a non issue) and mocking them, is not a good look after you know they're already very delicate from the way you've been meticulously and viciously chipping away at their self esteem for dare existing without their life revolving around you anymore even though again they still wanted to be civil.
But I'm just tired, if anybody knows me knows anything else I've missed, please feel free to add, anybody else who was abused by Hunter, while he may be stalking you please, share you stories and don't be like me, you'll be okay, you'll survive and you'll grow past Hunter
Unfortunately, I couldn't cut it, Jinx is safe, I don't think my dad's gonna find me, they didn't take to my trans identity well and my bio fam I've not heard from, wonder how long until somebody checks up on me? Bug, if he even existed wasn't a timeline that ended, he was a prophecy I guess.
For anybody who follows me and @/seasidemew they've probably seen this
Admittedly I only heard about this because of somebody sending me the screenshot, for their safety they've asked to be kept anonymous because Hunter the owner of the blog has already driven them from tumblr before, but as another victim they thought I had a right to know
But let me reword this for you Hunter, since I noticed a few spelling mistakes "Many ideas and characters I have planned for this blog were developed and created by my ex abuse victim @/Mushroom-for-art, really annoyingly he didn't want to stick around for being abused anymore which left me really fucked because everything my blog has become has been from be consuming everything he created and letting him big up my ego while I completely destroyed him. Because he doesn't want to talk to me on account of the abuse and I've got him blocked him everywhere, I asked the perfect version I made up of him in my head who agrees with everything I say and let's me do whatever I want to him if it was okay if I kept using his ideas and oh my dear mushie in my head of course said yes that's okay, he's such a dear. Of course saying yea I stole all this and have a version of him in my head who I claim is real and have convinced myself everything I've been taught happened so I must obey the canon I stole from his originality is too complicated to explain, so just know I'm still gonna use everything but I'm gonna be oh so respecties about it, I mean look I'm even acknowledging and respecting him in my pinned post because that makes me look like the good guy here, nobody needs to know about how I abused him for oohh basically since he started interacting with me and I realised I could get away with it"
I want to start by saying, there is no way you can respect me or my original story, while still exploiting me.
You abused me Hunter, by all means if you wanted to respect me you'd come up with original ideas rather than continuing to use the ideas I came up with that you fed back to me as if that was always real always the case, there's no way you can use my characters in a way that is respectful when you have never been respectful of me.
I've heard you're already replacing Maybe, if anybody has seen the new orange mewtwo that's a replacement for my oc Maybe. Might (be useful) and Maybe (you're not useless), interesting parallel I'd actually seen them go up on toyhouse before I escaped you, you were already planning on replacing my oc because the ideas and connections they had enriched your story tenfold and without me and my works your story has holes.
Of course I wouldn't want Maybe and Syn to be together, Syn is going to rape Six and impregnate her taking advantage of her bad mental health to forcefully infuse her with synergy to claim her as his. You said Syn was a lot like you, and yea, you also were more than happy to take advantage of my mental health to isolate me coherse me and you would've also raped me too. Why would I want that for my own oc? The Synbe fic I started wasnt a romantic tale but a horror story on him isolating a vulnerable victim of repeated abuse.
So I can only assume you're going to have Syn definitely not rape Might, have her be there for his ego soothing him and reassuring and telling him it's all okay, make a perfect little prop Maybe for you to completely control and erase her personality. This would be after the blog ends and restarts I assume though, my idea that it'd end and then start over as an ask blog. Would he see her in the Crystal cave? My idea. Pull her out of a magical reflective surface of water? My idea.
I'm getting ahead of myself.
Ada is my design, I was never compensated for this design simply told that I had somehow absolutely perfectly drawn an alter in Hunters system and thus, felt obligated to give that design to him because if that's an alter I can't keep it.
I named Cain and Able, came up with the idea of them being plural and using two tails to communicate and as indications of who's fronting
Ruth being born from all 3 Genesis mews was my idea to explain her shiny status. In the rerun I designed some of her other daughter's Hagar, a scrapped design, also Hippolyte is just his attempt of stealing Athena from Vee/ @eeveonaartz (that's why he's always pressy and insistent about her design, said her redesign he made was too good and wants to steal her back). He will claim to have a design of mine known as Angel, maybe once yes but after the horrific abuse Angel is certainly NOT his, Angel is my oc, my rebirth mew and I will do with her and redistribute her as I see fit because you don't get to keep anything of mine now after everything you've done.
Kronos being made from Yod the arceus getting dna from another world mew (should've been my Vismay, disgustingly I can only assume you'll use the Vismaya design you got from be during artfight the last design you for from me before you abused me so badly you thought I'd killed myself) to keep Eve company was my idea and suggestion, Artemis possibly being in a pocket dimension as the twin Yod didn't choose to give her is my idea
Eve keeping people's souls and consciousness' in dolls/turning them into dolls was also my idea, also leans into Hunters Plushopile tendencies
Dialgas mewtwo disguise form is my design that he received along with 6 other headshot designs specifically made for him.
Yod actually being a shiny mewtwo was an idea that I actively encouraged and helped him create and form and also gave him the color palette to make
Yea Yods true form is a mewtwo that's why all the genesis mews have mewtwo traits and why when those traits are all turned on they look that way because they're all limitations of God
Ruth being snuck away from the cult by a persian, idea I helped make and also explains Liliths meowth like to patterns as Ruth would've sexually imprinted on Persians raised by them and potentially had a Persian mate to have Lilith
Syn fighting god and causing the world to reset was something I suggested as I saw that happening in my own head, Aurora is also my design which he really should've never gotten after pressuring me while no longer in a relationship with him to make him a crackship child where his sona got to fuck my arceus design, this is the same man whos sona regularly fucks everybody else's designs because he himself is sexually attracted and wants to be fucking them and emotionally manipulated me cause my ex sona was drawn kissing somebody else's oc and for mentioning an old crush while he's supposedly in his head fucking at least 2 variants of me, his wife, and everyone else in his headspace because none of them really have free will and must suck him off
Again, Might is a knock off of Maybe to replace her after he could no longer have and control her and me anymore. It's entirely possible he will use story beats from the now cancelled Synbe fic to pad their relationship and story. Either way it's just so Syn can have hole
Also Syns basically a futa because he has vaginal canal and a working penis and could potentially get pregnant, he's the best of all worlds fetishised kind of Intersex
Axel my oc is a fat man, Orpheus suspiciously might be being made fatter, and while yes make mewtwos fat, he really out here going ooh I'm gonna put my exs thing onto my guy
If Orpheus at any point goes through the detective Pikachu arc in story and becomes possessed and then suffers with having his and Howard's memories in his head, THAT IS MY IDEA AND A STORY ELEMENT I WAS GOING TO USE IN MY STORY. NEVER GAVE PERMISSION FOR THAT. If he used that he's stealing that from his ex and from a potential dead man
Regardless if you're still interested in his story, original Lilith was captured by a cult later turned into a mewtwo and gets Adas blight as Ada tries to get back into the real world, Sixs former love interest is still alive saved by Orpheus and causes Six to have a break down, Orpheus might have a brother made before him, Current Lilith is #like that because of a mass cult sacrifice where she absorbed all their powers and souls including Ruth who was also blighted and body swapped into her daughter's body to survive evil plural mommy issues, Lilith also might be crushing on Eve? Her literal grandma since the 3 genesis mews had an orgy to make Ruth essentially. Considering Hunter has apparently done incest with characters I'm not surprised. Six is gonna get raped by Syn as he forcefully implants her with synergy through the chest to join them in their little synergy network, but yea she gets raped and impregnated and has a baby called Shell who's design might change as Hunter extorted a design out of my shop to use as his potential colors and patterns. Six gets saved somehow, gets to have her little lesbian relationship with her human, Syn gets worse because he's still infected with synergy and blighted tries to fight god and possibly takes on Adas blight and everyone else's blight and causes the blog to reset as he kills God. Blog resets now it's an askblog yippee
Mewplicity plural mewtwo, I'm pretty sure I helped form that appearing pink toned when m16 is fronting was my idea suggested because of the emergency lighting making her red washed.
Also His mewthree in Mewplicity is just a Bellatrix knockoff from Quins mirage mew blog, Bellatrix who he has drawn himself as his sona fucking, not as an adult but in her current child form because she 'spawned in his system like that but she's an adult promise', considering you also wanted to fuck Pig a child and Amber a child and you were very very normal about my body when it was shaved (I watched a cop show episode once where an ex child porn victim was still being pursued and in order to still be aroused by her her assaulted shaved her of her bodily hair so she would appear younger), could be a matter of preference but wanting to fuck multiple child character and having a very abnormal disturbing fascination with my body being clean shaved is yikes.
There's probably countless other ideas I've given him that he'll use or ideas he's gonna steal from me or designs he got from me with 0 compensation that he's going to use. Just assume any interesting concept or design is probably something I came up with tbh.
The absolutely despicable and heinous behaviour on oc-tober
So, name suggests it's for ocs. So. Why. Were. You. Drawing. Me.
My ex throughout the month of October drew me, specifically my sona which he has stolen from me by convincing me that that wasn't me anymore that that part of me was dead so I should just hand it over. And also drawing my human fucking likeness. And claiming oh this is just an oc Mushroom-for-art made that I received through absolutely non cohersive means, and this is just a silly disguise c:, when the design IS MY SONA and the human disguise IS MY FACE MY LIKENESS. It's absolutely despicable and a complete violation of boundaries and normal behaviour, drawing your ex abusive victims sona and their human self romantically with your own self during oc-tober is just, not healthy and beyond malicious
Honestly I'm too depressed to take new photos, I was gonna braid my hair dress up show the fact that he's drawing me but I just can't after all I've gone through after all I've been through, so here's some older photos do my face ft cat
I am a trans man, I know Hunter has over sexualised me for my breasts, that he adored my 'mounds' and constantly expected me to show them to him and so he draws VISIBLE underboob on a redesign of my sona, this is the original verses what he did, there is nothing normal about taking your exes sona redesigning it and adding breasts. How dare you take me and my body and turn me into somthing that you find more palettable and fuckable something you enjou looking at to wank to rather than the real person I am
I know that you've probably drawn so much sexual content of this design, I know you draw Pokephilia. My sona looks that way because it's specifically related to my original idea of Improved Zoroark who have gems and psychic type he does NOT have my consent to draw anything related to my fakemon species and designs, so he's stealing my oc and using my original content
You can also see below he drew my sona a LOT closer to the original before back end of September when I'd just escaped him, but changed it likely for OC-tober for his own sick pleasures. Also who the fuck is this in the family portrait? It looks a LOT like my last drawing of my previous sona design called sowhoareyou, so not only is he stealing me and my main sona drawing my face and body he's also drawing the other complex parts that represent me. 'Buck' was NEVER yours to take and neither was any of my other sona selves and design representations
He abused me so long and even when I ran away from him he still won't give me peace or let me go, he still uses my face still likely masturbates to it and the pokeform, because he'll have my photos on his phone still he won't have deleted them yet, because he feels literally entitled to my personhood.
This is sick and twisted behaviour and I know some people might think it's 'coincidence', but it's my Sona, with a face that looks like mine and me and Hunter were in a relationship where I was constantly feeding him content of my body including my face. It's not a coincidence. It's malicious and vile.
Realising the reason I was struggling to make art wasn't because of burnout but in fact an abusive relationship that literally kept me emotional and mentally exhausted and consumed in every waking moment.
Yea no wonder I had no energy for art all my energy was being burned up as I was constantly anxious and scared as fuck
Yall haven't seen as I haven't posted but my art productivity? 📈📈📈 Increased by tenfold at LEAST
Gardevoir Adopts, £30 (GBP) each, payments through paypal Artwork is watermarked to protect from theft and to poison ai generators, upon purchase the unwatermarked thumbnail image with palette will be sent to the new owner.
Deoxys oc So, not the brightest bulb but she's sweet, takes a great fondness to Maybe (who she thinks is another Deoxys because of the stone in her chest) within the story and gets a big crush unfortunately it's unrequited.
The Zep bug infection spreads, I love my daughter and Kwillows drawing design for her just *vibrates* holy shit she be looking so good :sob
Did a buncha expressions for her my girl my baby,
Theres some extra flirty with tongue out under the readmore
Been bitten by the Zep bug, some doodles of her, headshot that I might line and use for emote reaction expressions and monster form with implied Ambroy for scale (not gonna tag tho since it's sketchy and hard to tell) under the readmore I'm gonna add a full body ref too paper nakey not graphic but like, nip nops present
Big monster claw hand forming in the asymmetrical is intentional, I always have this silly thing in my head that if Zep starts taking her clothes off you run XD because she's trying to SAVE her articles of clothing, and her infamous tail that's important to ME
Not very good at drawing muscles admittedly but I think she looks decently built
Really enjoyed the Resident Evil-themed fic that @mushroom-for-art wrote of their character Zep rescuing a douchebag-in-distress Ambroys from a zombie situation, so I wanted to draw a little moment from it.
He's just lucky he's slightly too whiny (and important) to be worth smacking upside the head (no one would blame her though).
Hey you wanna see how much I can scream? /positive
THAT'S MY BABY GIRL!!!!!!!! (and Ambroy) Holy shit!!!!! I am!!!!! I!!! No words!!!! I was so excited (and a lil sus) when I saw so many notifications like oh? 15 notifications? 👀 Fic been found and read 👀? And seeing YES FIC GOT FOUND AND READ!!!! DELIGHTFUL
Was not expecting fanart but ough *aggressively gestures with hands* I am SO glad that this inspired and you enjoyed it so much you wanted to draw art I'm 💘 dead deceased on the floor this is just oh my god
Had to sit and reread through your comments and tags multiple times in order to calm down enough to reblog the art
And now I'm going to stare at this art forever oughhh, Zep BTW looks fucking AMAZING, I haven't drawn my girl in forever (and uh humans aren't my strong suit) so this *chefs kiss* mwa mwa mwa my beautiful and uncanny freaky daughter I LOVE how she has just subtle little claws and the sticking out fang!!!! She's perfect I love her this is the most amazing and delightful surprise I am *joyful wiggling!!!* also the muscles like she looks like she's powerful under those clothes could be me just being bad at drawing people I'm just damn, Zeps looking HOT
And Ambroys poor fucking knees he's all scuffed up the poor babbyyyy, I love how you drew this scene because I really wanted it to kinda parallel Amaranthine Ambroys struggles with being told not to lie and then told be should lie ect ect being told contradicting things because he doesn't understand the social nuisances and such since isn't HE enough, so little social faux pa so to speak (shot her hand(also I don't think I specificied which hand she was shot through and all but 🫵!!!!! In my brain it was the one you drew the scar on!!!! Like!!? The match up!!! Absolutely insane (and if I did specific lmao I forgor))) but ya know what despite being literally shot by Ambroy she was arguably quite niceies to him about it, kinda wanted just somebody to break down the sorta 'rules' a bit more for him to actually understand and then also lovingly fuck with him for it
That is a woman who would hunt him for sport /affectionate she would bite him again affectionately, like love language biting you, I'm so glad you loved all the little horse imagery, GOTTA call back to him being a silly horsey and he is just a frightful flighty little foal needs to cry and be coddled on, if it wasn't horse imagery it probably would've been greyhound race track horse imagery they're a very delicate breed in ego apparently? If they trip over they put on the pity limp, very Ambroy core. Also lucky sausage finally got to not have to walk because his poor poor blistered ankles (he didn't wear appropriate shoes (he didn't think there would be a fucking zombie apocalypse tho so we'll let it slide))
God I could probably go on and on and on, btw loved ur comment breakdowns and you're RIGHT they're both pawns really to their circumstances, I was gonna have a scene maybe paralleling contrasting them both of Ambroys at some social event being his social little butterfly self, and Zep alone in her cell/room to just show the unequality the difference of life between them the separation ect but Yeaa he really just gets used to parrot probably military/umbrella Corp propaganda in interviews and then she gets dragged out and used in the field, while he has the greater social network and buffer they're both victims of circumstance, he's probably gonna have to be wary his whole life now a prisoner to the stupid system and people of the Ressie universe (can yall PLEASE stop making super soldier viruses they never work please I BEG)
If that world ever goes completely to pot full wasteland scavengers ect ect that poor sod is probably gonna be whimpering in a corner and despite maybe not remembering her name (charming) he's just when will my big buff lady in military grade armor come to save me 😭 (he's lucky he's just cute enough if she ran into him(or nearly ran him over let this girl be a motorbiking badass) she'd decide to show mercy on his ass, probably be a freak about it tho, gotta be it's a zombie apocalypse, definitely have a scene in my head poor guys been roughed up and chained up by some small gang (gta gone wrong, sorry Ambroy) commotion outside he hears people dying and then just heavy stomping boots biking gear and helmet making her look like a dang xenomorph (xenos my beloved and just predatory imagery) looming over him as he sobs because noughh leaning right into his personal space and if he's ever seen alien he's half convinced this thing might have a second jaw that's gonna go right through his jugular, before hearing a purr of "Hello Ambroy," and he's just . . . *voice breaking squeaking in a little sob* "hiiiii?" before eyup over the shoulder kidnapped and ya know what? Better than those rough men whoever this is! Then just my big buff lady here to save me 😭🥺🥰 clinging to her front because please save me from the savagery of this world, this poor man I love putting him in situations) and if the world ever did go to Pot, my moneys on Hyden tbh probably his fault /light hearted
So sorry for all these rambles XD I'm just happy happy happy I'm so glad once again you liked the story and I'm glad I did a good job characterising Ambroy matter of pride gotta write that man well, which is quite funny because like, Zeps still pretty mysterious(?) I'd argue, at least to him he knows name, zombies are scared of her, she turns into a big presumably zombie monster, has healing abilities and that's, probably all he's really noted? Because Ambroy just,,, never really asks her questions XD not really but he's in so much distress and probably doesn't care enough that we the audience also don't learn much, I dunno just fun thing there's no info lore dumps because he doesn't care to asks and she doesn't have the time to tell him, there's a weird level of mutual ambiguity (tho she probably knows more about him from mission briefing ect could probably tell you his blood type and birthday) and neither showing nor telling XD it makes it seem more professional(?) at least on her end even when she does try to reach out and offer personal comforts to him but she's at work in a way. Me imma finish this up, also me AND ANOTHER THING (I'm so sorry I've thought of this a lot and reread the fic multiple times over for spelling mistakes and making sure it kinda flows)
I love these guys so much lmao, playing toys I just delicately pick Ambroys up with a pair of tweezers lower and place him in the Zep enclosure and watch. He's a hit! Enrichment for them, they need a cute guy to chew on like a dentastix (Ambroy is conflicted by all the attention XD Zephry doesn't share Amaranthine Ambroy and can and will growl at anybody who even gets close that's HER horrible horse man) lovingly putting them in different au enclosures together and watching what happens scribbling it down and reporting back playing toys, giving them treats after
Just 🤲 gently holds, thank you again for reading and for making this beautiful fanart I'm just in awe and at a loss for words, love these guys dearly your characters are just fricking spectacular they really intrigue the brain I love how complex and still downright awful they are, Zep ain't gonna fix him but she'll keep him alive to see what happens and maybe chew his ear a little XD
Fun fact I started writing this on tumblr, tumblr posted it early and unfinished so had to quickly save a rb draft delete og copy past everything into a doc to continue, finished this in a day holy shit, anyways on with the show lmao,,,, tumblr fricking mccrashing as I'm tryna do doc transfer fixes??? Tumblr does NOT want this fic posted damn
Been thinking about how Zephry/Zep was originally a resident evil oc but she's so dang scruffable so good to throw in other media, and I've had this au fic rolling around in the nogging for aaaages and Ambroy has finally won out so I'm writing about him, so lmao hi @kwillow sorry your boys in situations I'm taking him (the human one I'm so sorry Amaranthine you'll get ur spotlight again) and putting him in Resident evil with og Zep, hope that's chill I promise he'll come back with all his limbs attached
General disclaimer I actually know very little about RE so I will be bluffing and bullshitting, RE style violence (guns guts people turning into zombies ect ect (I'll be sure to tag))
Story plot(?) Ambroys a little special boy and unfortunately for him became important to the plot his blood naturally contains antibodies that can be used to make a cure for the whole, zombie thing. Naturally people who want to cause a zombie thing want him fucking dead, zombies and assassination attempts ensue, they don't know if Ambroy despite carrying the cure can get infected and if that'll make a new strain so it's best he doesn't get chomped; 10,400~ word count
The cure and the disease
Hard steel boots clanked through the hallways of the now insultingly large facility, when the pathogen had been released they'd had to evacuate to the lower chambers in an attempt to escape those rapidly turning in blood twisting contorting fashion, mouths foaming much like on a rabid beast (and there was rumors strains of rabies were used for these things), a small team of 5 and their cargo steadily marched through the halls.
Said cargo was too far a dainty pretty thing to be in a drab and dark place like this, something he had mentioned! And the current team agreed with (if only because they found his little huffs and complains of his feet hurting annoying), the emergency generator powering fluorescent light bulbs dotted sparsely in the hallways barely illuminating enough at all. They wondered who or what hit the original generator, and quietly they hoped the ai in the facility didn't go rogue as they'd heard can happen when power was restored. Luckily power restoration wasn't on their list they just needed to get out of here and since all the zombies were on the ground level they could maneuver through the underground lab levels find the travel tunnel and follow it allll the way to outta town before they even have to bomb or worse nuke the place.
Ambroy wondered why this was happening to him of all people, he was in fact being very good! He's shown up to the fancy (televised) public blood draw event, and despite trying to back out behind the scenes sat quivering and squirming as his blood was taken (he'd hoped he could just show up and say he did it or at most get a pricked finger not a whole needle in his arm!!) and then he'd been called and told about an extraordinary discovery from his blood sample (but of course he was the greatest) and after much convincing come here to sit through some more tests with the promise of just how much help he was going to be and how humanity will thank him for generations (as they should). And now he was in the middle of a bloody, war or something! His nose wrinkled in disgust remembering the brief glance he got at the body writhing there before he was shooed on by his guards.
He could smell the faint musk of leather and general, masculine odor all around him one guy in front two just behind in front of Ambroy still and two behind guarding his rear, he was practically surrounded by it, it insulted his senses, not even some tasteful cologne? He always made sure to have something on hand so his gracious company would delight most of the human senses (taste and touch came later deary tut tut). Some part of him knew logically they were protecting him, and thus their attention was on him, but he also knew their attention was watching the halls and frankly he was getting booooored walking through these areas like a damn maze, glancing into rooms as they passed, he was the only one to really notice how deathly quiet and devoid of life the underground laboratory was and unfortunately the only one who wasn't aware of the fact it was meant to be fully functional with staff.
The leader stopped at a map on a wall a sign they were all sure they'd seen before at a T junction and the scratch from last time around added by the group leads knife confirmed, they'd gone in a massive circle somehow, frustrated he radio'd in to loudly complain they their map navigation wasn't working properly, there was static and crackles some voices something about upgrades and layouts, the lead snapped back some more, shuffling bare audibly past the loud conversation happening as he swore at the person on the other end for being useless.
It all happened fast, a scream, gunshots right behind Ambroy making him squeal in horror and shock as his ears rang for the close quarters gunshots reverberating, whipping around one of the guards behind him had had a bite taken outta his arm where his protective gear didn't sit right and there was now a bleeding lump in a lab coat on the floor, and that's when a good dozen footsteps started to run at them from the dark. Ambroy winced as he was grabbed by a guard to his front left, dragging him hard through the hallways and gunshots started ringing, lights of gunfire flashing to an almost seizure inducing effect all around him screaming into his ears as his feet barely carried him.
"Mayday mayday sent backup immediately the lab has been compromised I repeat the lab has been compromised," the lead screamed into his radio desperately trying to go the right way and not sent his crew to their deaths, "Graysons been bit, Thompson," he looked around, "Where the fuck is Thompson," Ambroy became distinctly aware now his ass was metaphorically bare both his rear guards were gone, though he could vaguely hear them running to catch up the dark, before a scream and gross squelching could be heard dying off in strangled fashion.
The group of 6 now 4 kept running, or well the 3 guards ran and Ambroy was dragged along by the hand still firmly grasping his forearm in a way that'd certainly leave a bruise, “Safe room up ahead!”
‘How safe could it be, a safe room?! The labs been compromised you twit!’ Was all Ambroy could bitterly think to himself the leads body slamming into the door and frantically trying to enter the right code, Ambroy was shoved into the wall his cheek hitting the concrete hard as he whimpered pathetically his front squished against the wall as the man who'd dragged him here stood so firmly with his back to Ambroy guns at the ready Ambroy could've sworn he would've crushed his ribcage.
They were not slow zombies, they were frantic and they had numbers, a whole team of trained professionals taken out by one infection, finally code accepted and the lead ripped open the door, “Everyone inside!” voice booming and Ambroy would've scampered in and locked the door if he wasn't still pressed against the damn wall! His fists hit the cold concrete in weak punches to not hurt himself, as he finally snapped from his frustrating horrible day.
“Quit crushing me so I can get into the safe room, imbecile!” the picture of grace and gratitude when the weight shifted enough he slipped like a weasel and scampered into the rather spacious safe room, the guy who'd been guarding his front right already inside, lead heading in next as his left front guard continued to shoot before turning to follow them inside, he winced grabbing at his neck as pulled the door closed behind him.
“You alright private?”
“Fine,” he answered shortly, walking to another side of the room and nothing more came of it. The room was still pretty dark and they could all hear the frantic clawing and groaning of the men and women turned cannibal murders outside.
“Yes we're in the safe room,” Ambroy listening in, trying to hear if anything useful was being exchanged, occasional pauses as the lead listened to the responses Ambroy couldn't make out, “what? What do you mean you've not got anybody to spare? The rest of the town? Do you think this was a planned attack?” quiet, Ambroy rolled his eyes, clearly it was planned, even he could tell that much.
“Is it stable? I don't care if it's useful, is it stable, I don't want that thing coming here and murdering my team, right, right fine, if that's all you've got, yes I'm agitated, things have gone to pot and I'd rather your little science project was still in the lab. Yes I understand it's our only option available but do YOU understand the importance of what we are trying to protect here,” Ambroy smirked to himself ‘they're talking about me.’
“Yes, the coordinates I've sent are correct, I don't think it's a good idea can't you swap it with a team, hm, fine. Over.” he hugged a great sigh, “They're sending the zygote,” he informed the others and Ambroy couldn't help cringing at such a disgusting word, and the others seemed to agree, sharing mutual groans of disdain and Ambroy crossed his arms to match.
“I take it this ‘Zygote’ isn't good news, are they sending somebody unqualified? Don't they know how important /I/ am?” mirroring the leads previous words.
Front right gave a soft scoff, “I wouldn't worry about it too hard civilian, it knows how to kill zombies,” he glanced at the door the sound of zombies groaning and moaning slowly dying off as they realised they couldn't get in to the prey and ambled off meaninglessly, “just worry about the paperwork” he laughed.
“Civilian?!” Ambroys temper flared up grossly, “I am Ambroys Leriche Belrose de Luxe and you will refer to me by name,” front right just sneered at him snapping back easily, “you're just a brat with some antibodies in your blood who can get thrown around by a man like me like a sack of floor,” he stood from his half sit on a table he only had a couple inches on Ambroys height but he was wide covered in thick heavy armor that made him built as they say like a brick shit house, and Ambroys was wise enough to step back.
“Leave it, or he'll squeal to his daddy and you'll be in the shit,” the lead offered dismissively gun over his lap making no move to actually help Ambroys, and for a brief moment he realised how dangerous these three men actually were and that they were very much capable of being threats to him, his eyes flicked to front left the one who'd grabbed him and dragged him to safety but he wasn't even looking at them stood by a sink braced on it, any protection from him evidently no longer there.
“What, you want Private to throw you around some pretty boy,” there was the subtle sound of a gun shifting and front right stepped away hands up smirking at the team leader, “I was joking, easing the tension.”
“Thompson and Grayson are dead, if we survive this I'm sure you can find a twinkish lad in a bar to spin on your dick, but for now stay focused.” a prickling red blush of shame burned front rights face and he nodded going back to the table he was sat on, the lead watching him slightly cold, grip easing in his weapon.
“Private you're awfully quiet, you alright.” He nodded mutely, but the lead didn't seem to buy it, going over to investigate, as soon as his hand touched the privates back he turned and sharp teeth that hadn't been there before snapped and lashed out right into the leads throat, there was a slash in the privates neck and it shined slightly in the dim light like coated in a layer of liquid.
Not that anybody really had time to notice, Ambroy was already stepping back and was pressed into a corner as front rights gun went off from failing to put the safety on and he yelled out in pain as the bullet went right through his own leg falling from his perch with a loud clatter that brought the now zombified Privates attention, he leapt over the table and Ambroys could only hear his screaming squelching and the ringing in his ears from another gunshot in a tight enclosed space, he was going to bill the company any medical expenses!!!
It'd gone quiet save for the ringing and the sound of flesh being devoured and then the sound of bones cracking and breaking as front rights ribcage was ripped open and Ambroys whimpered, and it was like a dinner bell, the private scrambling upwards with an unsettling gate emitting a snarl from his bloodied mouth as he stepped and ran at Ambroys who was just frozen he couldn't even scream, he was going to get eaten by a zombie he was locked in a safe room with!! His corpse would be mutilated!! Closed casket funeral!!
Hatchet made contact with the back of the neck, through the spine and lodging into the muscles brain losing control of the body and Ambroys finally managed to throw himself to the side hitting the floor with a thud and whimper as he scraped his poor chin and tried to wiggle and crawl across the floor with huffs of exertion and hurting his elbows, eyes frantically scanning to make sure the zombie wasn't following him and that's when he saw the boots stood at the open door and he yelped whining sniffing no not another zombie scrambling to push himself away as his eyes roamed up scanning the fully armored beast, thankful it wasn't front right on his feet zombified, he'd heard horror stories of zombies coming back with all kind of untoward crudeness.
The helmet of the new individual slowly turned and looked down at Ambroys who swallowed anxiously as their hand pulled the door shut behind them with a soft click, he hoped to god this was friend, blinking his eyes up at them looking like a sad foal that tripped over in the field and needed fussing a warm blanket and oats. They walked slowly to the body of Private, his teeth still gnashing and pried the hatchet from the back of his neck, body luckily not moving, silently and efficiently they stripped the body of his ammunition, weapons and dog tags and grabbing an assortment of things from inside of the room. Ambroys watched as they did the same to the others even stopping the lead who'd stood back up with one gloved hand and driving a knife hard into the side of his head twisting and jiggling the knife damaging the brain and letting the still undead but now unable to move body drop to the floor.
Ambroys couldn't take the silence anymore, “Who in the world are you?! Are you here to help me or what?” and then recoiled into himself when their attention did indeed come back to him, his pathetic reflection in their masked gaze.
“Or,, what,” they spoke slowly, deliberately and Ambroys hands came to fiddle below his chin, in terror.
“M-my father he has money, whatever you're being offered I can double it,” he began to frantically beg reason and bargain with this armored stranger, shuddering as they just laughed a little at him.
“I know who your father is, and who you are, Ambroys Leriche Belrose de Luxe,” they approached heavy steps hitting the tiles floors, perhaps it was just the boots, towering over him as he sat planted sat on the floor, he was slowly pulled up by the front of his shirt murmuring little whimpers and prayers lip quivering, “are you injured? Cuts, bites, scratches, foreign substances enter any wound, your mouth, nose, eyes,” their gloves hand smoothly grasped under his chin turning his head inspecting his face and his exposed skin for any signs of infection.
“n-n-no,” and even if he had he'd have still said no, were they here to sell him off to the highest bidder? Like some priced rare horse, examining their specimen? Finally their soft laugh broke the silence.
“You're lucky,” they stepped away from him, he did not feel it, “I am actually here to help you,” the fear melted out of Ambroy and was replaced with annoyance.
“What was all that about then?!” he flapped his hand angrily in their direction and they caught his wrist, “please don't break it,” he whimpered a little at their firm grasp.
“Just, checking you out,” they half purred, and he scowled, that was not the kind of checking out he wanted, “and, if you had been infected, I wouldn't have wanted you getting your hopes up that I was the rescue you seeked. Your little heart might've broke,” poking his chest.
“And, that, is the first matter of business,”
“My heart?”
“Your exposed chest,” they mused going over to examine the others starting to take the armor off of them as he protested that he very well was not exposed! He had a shirt on. He wrinkled his nose as they put down the bloody and musty armor.
“I'm not wearing that,” they looked at him, he was sure they were raising an eyebrow behind the mask.
“Those men stunk,”
“You're more concerned about the smell than having no protection,” their tone was flat.
“Of course I care about protection! I also care about not stinking like a hockey locker room, what will the press think when I have my interview about this horrific ordeal?!”
They stared at him a long, long, loooooonnnnggg moment and he dumbly stared back even putting the back of his hands on his hips in emphasis. They produced a tut moving to take off their own protection.
“Fine. The disease mutates by the moment. We don't have the time, we are of similar stature,” ignoring his mutter about how they were built more thickly than him, they'd have assumed it was a double meaning to imply they were less intelligent than him but, they knew he wasn't that witty. He seemed to pause though watching them, something slowly clicking in his head.
The helmet, like that used for riding a motorbike, was removed and Ambroys stood mouth agape, “You're a woman?!” he blurted out straight to the point now able to actually see the form of her past the armor offering ambiguity, though now was not the time to be distracted by a woman in work uniform. Simple black long sleeved top and thick work trousers.
She looked at him and there was something about her that felt uncanny, her face shape, her eyes it felt distinctly wrong in a way he couldn't quite place, predatory almost, he could've sworn her eyes flicked between green and a yellowish, he was pretty sure humans didn't come with yellow eyes, the way she smirked and it revealed canine teeth. “Am I?”
Ambroys eyes flicked over her again, “,,,,, yes,,,?” now she was making him second guess himself and by the way her nose wrinkled in her smirk she was enjoying it, eyes gesturing towards the protective gear, “Go on then,”
“You can't possibly expect me to wear that,” She was upon him too quickly and he stammered, oh wow she really was about the same size as him wasn't she, ignoring the boots probably added a couple inches, but she crowded over him in a way that made him feel very small.
He couldn't stop her as she proceeded to put the armor onto him, she was much stronger and quicker, he expected his senses to be assaulted but her armor just had a leathery odour, could certainly be worse, his hands did come up to protest the helmet.
“I need my beautiful face visible and in tact”
“Your beautiful face has a lot of holes on it that infected material could get in nose, eyes, mouth, and you want to stop a zombie getting access to that delicate face, right?” light slapping his cheek which he found downright offense, “and, if this thing is airborne or becomes airborne it can protect you from that for a time until proper ppe can be obtained,” her tone was calm, calculative and a little cutting as he put on the helmet with much reluctance, she adjusted it to his head, the inside had a vague scent of, hm, mmm,,, he wrinkles his nose, sterile. Oh he would rather die.
“Aaand that'll also protect your senses from this,” she idly pulled out some small balls from a compartment somewhere, he just noticed how many pockets and pouches she had on her person, not to mention her backpack looked fit to burst, moving to the door stopping and moving to grab him along with throwing the strange military equipment he assumed into the room, the undead men making small noises in response, she checked the hallway outside opening the door and stepping out pulling Ambroys who followed before she pulled his arm out the socket, once outside she sighed tying one of the balls in a cloth and lighting it with a lighter before throwing it into the safe room and closing the door.
The gasoline reacted instantly, burning the bodies, “what was that abo-urk” he was pulled along once more, she seemed to actually know where she was going though.
“The virus mutates, they'd have come back if the bodies weren't burnt, standard protocol,” he hates how muted everything was inside the helmet he couldn't hear as well nor see as good and he wasn't entirely sure if he blindly trusted this woman. He watched her use the radio on her shoulder to update somebody but he could barely hear the conversation. Was she that zygote? What was so wrong about her the other didn't want her to be here. Maybe she just bossed them around like she did him.
“-gun?” he caught the end of the sentence, “what?”
“Do you know how to use a gun?” her tone a bit less patient.
“I'm more of a sword person,” she gave him a blank glare. Finally slowing down as he heard a faint boom, wondering if the safe room just blew up (it did).
“Well that's no good here, Zombies don't appreciate classic weapons,” she took a simple hand held from another pouch and checked it had bullets snapping the cartridge into the bottom and putting the gun in Ambroys hand, grabbing his other wrist so they both held the gun.
She manhandled him casually arms raised holding the gun slotting his finger into the trigger, “this is the safety, it's on, but you want it off to kill” moving his thumb to switch the safety off, “point at where you're trying to shoot, the head is your best option, chest shots slow em down,” he could feel the heat emanating from her gloves her chest against his back and shoulder she was hot! And not just attractive like temperature, her fingers moved, switching it back to safety as she took off her holder for it and snapped it around his waist tightening it as needed and guiding his hands to put it away for now, “you want both hands available, for now, you hear trouble, you draw.” She ordered.
“If we find survivors, and they get bit slobbered on in or injected with anything weird, you shoot. Got that. We don't have a cure. We won't have time to get them a cure. You shoot. That's an order.” Ambroys was stammering just a touch from it all, he wasn't one of her soldiers!!!
“And, how do you know I won't shoot you,” his tone offering a challenging poison, not liking being treated like a common soldier, he was far too important to die as fodder, her eyebrow quirked at him mouth seeming to draw into a small smile, “Then you better manage to kill me in one shot,” her tone also a challenge and more scary, a warning.
He ignored the intense way her eyes were upon him muttering a “right” in return. And she walked ahead. It took half a second before he followed briefly thrown by no longer being dragged.
She was, surprisingly quiet he realised, even with the military grade boots, he could barely hear her steps, his own clinking behind in tow, oh he was gonna have blisters upon blisters, he would've whimpered to himself but he was sure she'd give him a look (and she would've done(had he been lucky maybe she'd ask what was wrong)). She was efficient though clearing out hallways and wiping out stray zombies like she was bred to do it, she used the hatchet for less noise but when needed did draw upon a single gun to shoot, hitting her mark and splattering brains easily.
The helmet, actually helped with his previous issue of hearing making this method much more bearable. All he had to do was stand, wait, be pretty and come at her signal and he could do that. She even occasionally offered a murmur of praise, telling him “good,” or “you're doing good,” it was rare and quiet as she treated the corridors like she was the top predator, but, kept him following in tow, much better than those barbarians.
They moved through, reaching a short hallway between corridors that also doubled as a decontamination room, she seemed to wait a moment at the door and he huffed impatiently.
“Don't tell me you don't know the code,” he hissed quietly, and her eye moved in its socket to glance at him with a subtle glare of annoyance.
“Have your weapon ready, somethings not right,” she entered the code and pulled the door open it was thick and heavy without the mains power to open it he almost didn't want to step inside of she felt something was wrong but did as she stepping in with him pulling the door shut again turning the lock mechanism. His eyes were warily scanning around clutching the gun she gave him in shaking fingers, he hadn't even knocked the safety off.
“What do you mean, wrong,,?” this whole thing had felt wrong to him, every room area hallway all of it. She was looking around slowly, stepping in front of him.
“You know in video games, they say the deeper you go the harder it gets? Bosses, mini bosses,” she was turning her head slightly this way and that, “Find something similar happens a lot in these missions,”
“So what do you mean this is a boss fight,” he hissed between scared and vastly unamused at her comparison.
“Just, thinking, was a licker that got Privates neck, and I ain't seen no licker,” his eyes were wide wild and bewildered as he stared at the back of her head, realising her messy brown hair was being held back with one bobble wasn't even braided and it was tangled and knotted already from the helmet and looked a mess,
“What in gods unholy heaven is a licker?!” his tone rising, and then his body was slammed back as something shot his chest.
He hit the back wall hard, grasping at his front, falling to his side wheezing and struggling. Oh god he was dead he was dead he was gonna die he's dead. For being so wrapped up in his own thoughts of his cruel and premature death he didn't realise he was in fact, fine. And the impact had only dented his chest plate armor that she'd shoved on him earlier and he was only winded.
The tongue retracted barbs ripping away flesh and dragging out more blood as it retreated into the disgusting creature's gross maw. She grasped her chest where it had pierced through her and hit Ambroy, very aware of the hole in her lung now and the blood that was filling it. And honestly? That just made her mad, pulling out the handheld she shot bullets aiming for the exposed brain of the creature high up on a wall somewhere.
Ambroys was too much in his own pity to do much as it leapt down and sank teeth right into shoulder on the same side ragging ripping snarling looking like it was going to rip the whole arm out it's socket, and his stomach dropped when he watched as her teeth sank right into the exposed brain matter biting out a chunk enough to make the creature scream.
It withdrew and she spat out the flesh to the side reaching one hand carefully to take a grenade from one of her many storage compartment, it snarled at her and she hissed back lowly, it moved side stepping towards Ambroys and she side stepped in front too, hiss becoming a growl, opened bloody mouth showing off teeth in warning and threat.
The deformed creature, pawed backwards and seemed to decide that this prey and kill, was not worth it, Ambroy watching it leap back up claws screeching through the metal as it breached the foundations along the way and disappeared into some vent system, pushing himself up enough to try and watch it go, before his eyes finally returned to his supposed saviour who was now just zombie chow waiting to happen!
She sighed hearing the safety click off and the gun shaking in Ambroys rattling hands, he didn't want to die here but if she turned he was dead! But he had nobody else! Hot tears of anger in his eyes as she turned to look at him, her arm looked half torn off and there was a massive gaping hole in her chest and he could see that she was bleeding by the subtle wetness reflecting on her black shirt.
“Ambroy, put it down,” her tone was practically an eye roll, moving a hand to grab her shoulder that was nearly falling off, “put the safety bac-” his trembling trigger finger squeezed unconsciously following the movement, bullet ripping through the middle of her hand through and then out the back of her shoulder.
Her eyes and head turned to her shoulder first an expression of insulted disbelief, moving her hand to look at the bullet hole ripped through her bones and nerves and then looking to Ambroy who sat there looking more than distressed by the whole situation. Her next word was slow and methocial, “ow,”
“i-i-i-i” he stumbled frantically over his words, he did say sorry, quickly followed by the excuse that he was only doing what he told her to do to shoot to kill if somebody got bit and she's bit her shoulders half coming off its not his fault he was doing exactly what she told him and oh god don't kill him.
Her not shot hand easily grabbed his wrist, fingers switching the safety move on as he babbled on before her arm wrapped around his waist and he squeaked a “Please I'm a virgin!!” as she hosted him up and threw him over her not mauled shoulder. Arm securely over his legs that he didn't even dare try to kick or struggle, his arms wrapped around her middle from behind as he whimpered, not sure what she was going to do to him.
“Ambroy, stop making noise,” was all she offered before he attracted a hoard of zombies, opening the security door on the other end with some difficulty admittedly and closing it by kicking it with such force the metal dented and Ambroy let out a small whimper, because yep, that was his head he's dead crying in frustration and fear because it just wasn't fair!!
He didn't realise they were in a medical laboratory until he was set down on an examination table, she took a long moment, fingers tracing and feeling the dent in his armor, “you'll live” before she turned away to walk towards a sink and a mirror, similar to Private. Of course she nonchalant approach finally broke him out of his upset stupor into something more angry his voice cracked as he proclaimed,
“oh Yes I'll live until you turn into one of those things!!” His voice betrayed his fear but also his frustration because he was still at risk loosening and ripping off the helmet too because it was too hot and sweaty and sterile and was making him nauseous.
“I'm not gonna turn,”
“What do you mean you're not gon-gon-gonna” his sentence turning into a baffled stammer as the shirt was peeled from her body, her back was to him and he could make out all the details, her back was defined and muscular sculpted, shoulder muscles flexing stretching moving pulling the shirt over her head, she had scars as well that looked like deep slashes on her side, and symmetrical dots down her spine, a faint tan as well graced her form and with subtle sun kissed freckles blossoming on her shoulders and around the blades and nape, a black barcode tattoos below the neck and another at her lower spine 'Z-P: 2-7-3' under each tattoo. He was blinking simply, distracted in that moment by the grandeur and allure of a bare upper chested woman and he only had a back view!
The gaping hole however and mauled flesh of the shoulder did bring him back to reality from his lust, beating the beast back in his brain because now was. Not. The. Time. She seemed far more interested in inspecting the wound muttering to herself, ‘what's your problem,’
“M-my problem is!” Ambroys took the invitation, “what is your problem!” he couldn't really make out the front of the mirror (alas, no breasts for him), but she did lift and move her head enough to give him a look and an eyebrow quirk as she moved a pair of tweezers into one of the holes in her front and pulled out a jagged piece of bone muttering, “bastard shed a tooth in me,” before making a hm, and shrugging. Souvenir.
He visibly flinched at a soft crack looking around for the source, and finally his eyes came back to her back watching between horror and fascination as her limp mauled arm pulled itself back into position the torn and rendered flesh either stitching itself back together or the flesh completely regrowing, the hole had shrunk and he could faintly make out the internals fixing itself before the muscle and skin blocked his view, the skin in that spot the only part really discoloured and only barely.
She leant over the sink and coughed, deeply breathing in and coughing out the blood that had pooled in her lung from being stabbed by the lickers tongue, grimacing once it was over and drinking the water from the tap.
“What are you.” That was not normal. This was not normal. None of this was normal!!! She chuckled from where her head was under the tap cleaning off her face and her hand shoulder chest some with the water before she turned to face him.
“I'm the most dangerous thing in here,” she purred, a sense of pride and threat in her voice, and while he could've rolled his eyes at the cliche he was perhaps a bit more distracted and disappointed by the fact her chest was bare. Well. Not bare. There was two large scars under where the breasts should be and the chest was flat, he seemed to squint a little being more disappointed by the fact she didn't have some heaving breasts for him to enjoy than the fact she was being dramatic (and also the fact he hadn't realised the ambiguity of her form till now). He noted more scars on her front too, and that her bellybutton, well, that was the thing she didn't actually have one, she had a dip yes but her bellybutton seemed to just be a scar and there was a circle of scars around the dip, god look at those stomach muscles and v line, she was built like an athlete, before remembering she was looking at him and his eyes went up to meet hers where she was smirking at him lazily.
“Tits kinda get in the way in this line of work,” she shrugged casually, causing just a touch of blush to spread on his cheeks in shame because, ah, she had seen me staring. Moving to walk towards a storage cabinet, easily ripping it open to look for a replacement shirt, “but, I'm not going to turn, so next time you see me get mauled by something do me a favour,” she looked at him some, “don't shoot me in the wank hand,” as she waved her hand to him, his cheeks burned between anger and deep embarrassment at the thing she was insinuating.
“YOU'RE the one who told me to shoot if somebody gets bit that we can't save them,” his voice cracked once more as he raised his voice and this time he started to cough into his hand, all the excitement and previous yelling having caused his throat to dry a touch, he was overwhelmed. She pulled on a turtleneck lazily, sighing and pulling a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Yea I did,” she opened it for the poor little princess as she offered it to him and he drank from it no hesitation, drinking some before putting it down going to continue that it wasn't his fault then, stilling as she held his head in both her hands, she felt like she was gently holding the face of a horse as she brushed some of the hair from his face that he would snort a little and whinny at a moments notice.
“But that was for survivors,” she said, gently, and squished his face a little and gave it a little shake, “not me, you understand?” the strange intimacy of the act wasn't lost on him, appearing quite dumb founded and wondering what her problem was, though the fact she wasn't shouting at him or reprimanding him was, a surprise. He wasn't used to the more gentle parenting approach. A wicked sort of grin crept on her face as she leant in close adding in a soft purr, “so, I won't punish you this time,” before she threw her head back to laugh, and Ambroy wasn't sure if she was seriously threatening him or just messing with him.
He decided it was best not to question her in case she decided to make it a legitimate threat, considering, he had shot her hand and through her shoulder. Honestly whatever was wrong with her meant he got out of this situation alive and unzombified he decided that frankly he didn't CARE what her problem was.
“You still got your gun?” he buffered at her question but found it besides him having not realised he'd let it go, awkwardly putting it back in the hold nodding, “good,” smoothing his hair sort of softly taking a moment seeming to just genuinely admire his soft, if slightly sweaty from the helmet, hair, “hm, you are pretty I'll give you that,” and her hands pulled away leaving him staring at her a touch baffled as she checked her weapons and ammunition since they had a moment, using the hatchet had saved them plenty ammo.
She went to go radio in something she'd been periodically doing, and stopped, patting her shoulder a moment and muttering a, “crap,” she'd lost the radio in the licker attack, heaving a great sigh.
“There's the chance that might they might think you're dead”
“Why only me?!” his tone was offended.
“I'm like a cock roach. I could survive a nuclear bomb, and so they might just bomb this whole site. I'm gonna assume they'll do that regardless but we should still find a radio to find out where we're going when we get out of here. So we probably have about,” she wobbled her hand in a so so motion, “three hours? Before they drop a bomb, meetings, convincing the council it's necessary getting the equipment in place yada yada.”
“That's hardly any time at all!”
“Aah it's plentya time, I've gotten outta somewhere that was gonna get bombed in an hour before, 3s plenty, especially with the progress we've been making, come on,” she checked the map that was loaded and displaying on a screen from a device strapped to her forearm that he'd honestly missed till now.
“Get the radio over here, head down to the escape tunnel then walk on through till the exit. Right as rain,” she let him know, to his complete lack of faith, standing from the medical table with a sigh, just ready to follow her and get outta here.
She gestured to the helmet and he gave her a scowl, ‘ooookay’ was her only response, attaching the helmet to her backpack since it was still hers actually and she wanted to keep it.
Their journey continued, Ambroy staying close whenever he heard a skittering or something heavy, he followed her lead as she motioned for him to stay quiet, eventually realising as she pantomimed they track through sound. The questions did start to creep back up in his mind though, that thing was big and gross and had claws like a damn bear and that disgusting tongue that shot out like a harpoon and exposed brain and yet, it backed away from her? If that thing was like, that, then what was possibly wrong with her,,,
He was anxiously tapping his fingers on a locker as she calibrated the radio to contact the team, letting them know that they were still alive, their current location and how far they were from the travel tunnel, and like she'd predicted they'd be bombing the place in a couple hours. His face grimaced as the radio was overtaken by static and a new voice he didn't recognise came through talking about how he was going to bring about the betterment on man- She turned off the radio and effectively cut off his speech, rolling her eyes.
“There's our bioterrorist asshole, we're probably gonna run into him later and he's probably done something stupid like inject himself with the disease or his prized pet dog snake plant yada yada and then it'll eat him then they'll fuse together and he's gonna be uuuuuugglay” he blinked at her, “we deal with this stuff a lot,” he gave her a small whimpering smile, he was so tired, but sure okay.
She seemed a bit awkward at his expression, “hey, you're gonna be okay,” she touched his arm softly, “don't worry too much pretty boy, alright, ol Zeppy is here to keep you safe” that earned a bewildered snort.
“Your name is Zeppy?” oh that was humiliating.
“Pftshs, nooouh” she flapped her hands down at him, “Just Zep,” like that made it any better. It seemed to lighten his mood a little, he could bet a good laugh outta that later. Taking the radio with them and carrying it easily as she attached it to her uniform, no issue.
He hardly realised how she'd opened up a touch more from their time together, soon they were making it down to the travel tunnel, he eyed the manhole like entrance and metal ladder warily, she however stepped down grabbed either side, released a little aaaaand slid down feet hitting the floor and she did a quick visual sweep, “all clear down here, bring your little ass down or do I gotta climb back up and get ya?” he gave her a sneer in response moving awkwardly to take the ladder down one step at a time, “don't forget to corner the top,” ‘don't forget to cover the top,’ he chided back mockingly but did move the cover over the entry way again and made a subtle whimper as they were submerged into pitch black.
“I can't see a thing, oh god where am I wheres the next step, stop raising your eyebrow at me” he could feel it by now, as she chuckled, “forget you lot can't see in the dark,” as he heard clanking on the ladder.
“Zep that better be you-!” he hisses into the darkness before making a slight whimper.
“It's only me, relax, buddy boy,” he flinched at her hand on his ankle “easy,” lifting his foot and guiding it to the next step, “there we go, trust me, good, you're doing good,” she softly praised helping the poor sod down the ladder, he froze when his hand brushed hers and he realised she was basically on top of him around him on the ladder, this was such an awkward position.
“How am I meant to get dow-” her hand covered his mouth, offering a soft ‘shh,’ into his ear, his eyes frantically scanned in the dark he couldnt see or hear a single thing and there was that tangible terror of being aware of how much stronger she was compared to him. Sure he loved a woman's attention, feeling the warmth of her body against his back, how she was subtly bigger than him, meaning she could big spoon him like he was a delicate little fancy spoon, her muscular arms around him, subtly against him. Her head moved and she was by his ear again.
“Need you to trust me, okay, let go with your hands, I'm gonna grab you, and jump, and start running, okay?” he had let go the moment she'd said it and she's felt his weight leaning on her her arms wrapped around him and she leapt backwards off the ladder, sliding slightly before turning easing her grip arm around Ambroy still pulling him up to his feet and keeping her besides him as she started running, his feet flying to keep up, the power of woman's big muscular arm wrapped around you reinvigorating his strength to just go.
A distinct loud humming as the power generators turned back on, the lights for the tunnel flickering to life behind them and ahead of them, Ambroy looked back and squealed at the writhing mass of whatever it was wishing to run faster!! He also became aware of the water alongside the path and was dread to think that this might've been a water run off pipe turned into an escape route, he was too good for a place like thissss he didn't wanna die in the sewerrrr.
There was a splash and Zep pulled them to a stop pulling Ambroy behind her mouth contorted into an unnatural snarl as the creature slammed into the path in front of them, it was writhing and sickly, it reminded him of an anaconda mating ball, all tentacles and body parts sliming and writhing together, and worse still when a humanoid shape came out of the ghastly mess.
“You are,” his words were pointed, “a difficult little survivor de Luxe,” tone venomous, “I really thought you'd be dead at the beginning,” hand clenching into a fist in annoyance, “and yet,” he moved to point in pure offense to Ambroy daring to still be alive, and only just moving in time to earn a shotgun blast to the chest. Zep wasn't gonna sit around for some bullshit evil monologuing, cocking the shotgun, shooting again, rejecting the cartridges replacing them, repeat, author definitely knows how guns work, she was trying to take his stupid smarmy smirk off his face as his eye grew bloodshot and popped from the humanoid skull as bones and body parts cracked and squelching.
She managed the shove Ambroy to the floor and he really did not like how many times he'd been on the floor today as the biomass of tendrils shot out swinging slamming her into the wall of the tunnel, grabbing her slamming her into the other wall, repeating like she was a ragdoll before wrapping around her neck and torso choking and pulling, Ambroy hearing her noises of pain and discomfort seeing the flesh of her neck starting to tear, he was going to rip her head off.
He was frozen like he had been many times today, his eyes fell to the distinct sound of a rolling can, his own personal body spray, he didn't know how he'd managed to keep it on his person this long, and a lighter that bounced out of Zeps pockets as she was ragdolled.
Hes been shoved, he'd been thrown, he'd been terrorised by gross creatures all god damn day and he was so close to his freedom he was not letting some disgusting ball of vaguely sexual appearing flesh tentacles and teeth stop him from getting out of this NIGHTMARE.
He snatched up the cologne and only briefly showed a look of regret to waste such a good product as he flicked the lighter open and finger quicked the spark holding the fuel, “LET ME SHOW YOU A LITTLE SOMETHING NORTH TAUGHT ME!!” he pressed down on the spray, and the flame erupted outwards.
The effect was instant and a maddened laugh escaped from Ambroy as the mass of mutates writhed and screeched, Zep was dropped as it withdrew and Ambroy, Ambroy wasn't letting it get away, stepping after it holding the flames of the home made flame thrower at the thing as he finally, FINALLY took some fucking control back in his life. The burning thing threw itself back into the water as he ran out of his spray standing there breathing heavily as the last of the pressurised air spat weakly in wet bubbles and the lighter was spat out.
“HA, haHAHAHAH” he cackled and pointed, nobody was here to see or judge as he howled in cruel twisted laughter, that's what they get for messing with a de Luxe, he smirked before remembering there actually was somebody here, turning to the limp body, his laughter dying out with a few empty coughs, “Zep?” he approached, her neck was bleeding profusely and he could see her spine, though the head was still attached, he had to step back and cover his mouth so he didn't barf.
Oh that was disgusting and would be seared into his memories, did, he just, he awkwardly gestured at the assumed corpse and then towards the way they were going, should he just,,, continue on? His legs hurt so bad though he didn't even know how long this tunnel was or if there were any turns to take, he made a whine cry to himself because it wasn't fairrrrr, after his moment of triumph he should have somebody to triumph TO!!!
His pouting was interrupted when screaming and screeching the thing came back for round two in its second boss phase erupting out of the water, tendrils whipping out going straight for him and he could only think to turn and cover his face,
The blow never hit, and instead he heard gurgles of struggling and pain, squinting an eye open there was a muscular ripped arm grabbing the tendrils the skin spilling and reforming pulsing as it grew larger, claws extending outwards and into the flesh of the tentacles, the hand moved and ripped them free as he heard the distinct grunt of somebody getting up behind him, he dared to peek Zeps head was lolled down possibly from the whole, neck nearly ripped off situation she used her normal hand to touch Ambroys face, slide it to his back to push him behind her once more and to stay facing the wall. He obliged as he heard muscles and skin ripping and fabric tearing, the shadows on the wall getting larger and larger and more malformed and horrible.
One of the creatures rose up and bore down on the other there was a loud splash of water, screeching growling snarling, roars and sounds no human can make, and then squelching and ripping, tearing, the sound of meat being devoured, tendrils weakly flailing as shadows on the wall. He hoped that it was his monster that was winning.
There was a quiet grunt and Ambroy felt a soft breath on the back of his neck that made his hair fluff and his spine shudder, instinctively he knew something big and horrible was behind him, caveman instincts from dealing with cavebears, mammoth, Sabre tooth all screaming in his mind. “Zep,,,,?” he couldn't hear the writhing of the tentacles anymore, just the slow steady deep breaths of whatever was behind him.
He braced himself for the thing he was about to see as he turned, and did half step jump back in horror because oh gods, while she wasn't a writhing mass of tentacles that was a bonus, she was still a rippling thing of pure muscle and size, there didn't seem to be any humanity left in her features the quadrupedal stance, the long tail from her spine, legs had become digitigrade too, nothing about her save for the fact she was the same skin pigment she'd originally been indicated this was ever a human being, the scruffy hair seemed to have even grown with her hanging over her face and covering her back in a thick furry hide, her face was definitely distorted and bloody, it was still flat disturbingly a muzzle would've been more fitting, a line down her chin and chest and when she breathed he watched her lower jaw split open with ease wiggling and going back into place, explaining the line, her mouth just,,, extended to her chest now.
He could see her muscles tense and relax, she looked like some sort of war mount from some scifi game, and yet here before him breathing, he tensed when she moved, watching as she lowered her front half down and specifically the shoulder towards him. “What?” he asked simply, staring at her slightly wet form from where she'd been fighting in the water, he glanced and realised the man from before had indeed been nearly entirely devoured.
She made a grunt and chuff gesturing with her head, “Are you expecting me to mount you,” she chuffed again, he opened his mouth to complain, absolutely no ways in all, he adjusted on his feet and his ankle stung, okay maybe he would, she moved her tail placing the radio on her back where it nestled between back spikes safely adding her backpack as she waited for him to mount, and he was thankful she didn't ask him to do it.
He stepped closer warily hand coming to the shaggy of fur and expecting it to be coarse and rough, he was surprised when it was actually sort of soft, maybe some split ends though, he bounced on his heel and attempted to throw a leg over making a whine and feeling a shove on his butt as she used her tail to push and lift giving him the leverage to finally scamper onto her back, he could feel her muscles moving underneath him, hands tentatively flat on the fur, “what am I holding onto here,” she hardly had reigns, and the sound she made was like a chortling laugh his fists full of the fur hair stuff with a ‘waaa-ayyy-ayy” like sound as she lifted herself up from her easier mounting position.
He kept hold of the fur, and tentatively used his heels to pat the creature like one would a horse, “ya?” he knew instantly he made a mistake, clawed paws moved and he could hear the crunching of concrete as they took off. Her gait was a determined dash, surprisingly graceful as each contact with the floor left cratering dents as she bounded along. This was nothing like riding a show horse!!! He felt like he was riding upon a massive great dane! Or lion! The muscles flexing under him he was almost terrified of the power, if he wasn't the one currently on top of said power.
He started to see natural sunlight up ahead even as he kept his body hunkered close, and then he saw the bars, “Zep,” he breathed warily, “Zep,” his tone more urgent realising the end of the passageway was blocked with a metal end that she absolutely wouldn't fit through, “ZEP!” He half squealed, pressing his body down so flat against her back as her head slammed with reckless abandon right into the metal grating and ripped it from the concrete foundations like it was nothing to her, paws landing heavily in the dirt leaving tracks as she kept running.
Her gait changing, it was more of a frolic or prance but still just as quick instead of two front paws making intact then back and repeat her front paw came down then the other then back and other back, the run was significantly more bouncy her whole body moving a lot more, her previous gait specifically to keep Ambroy secure and prevent him from hitting the ceiling, but now? Outside? No ceiling! And so she ran joyously, a great beast in the deserts outside of the town, oh how he hated the desert.
His head turned slightly, hearing helicopters overhead as the radio crackled to life, “Zp-273 do you copy, is that you heading south east across the desert two clicks from the city, over?” he almost wouldn't dare letting go of the fur to answer but saw the helicopter was armed and aiming for them, he frantically grabbed for the radio, “DON'T SHOOT US,”
“Who am I speaking to, over” the copter overhead was following closely.
“This is Ambroys Leriche Belrose de Luxe!”
“What the devil are you doing riding on that thing?! Over”
“I have no BLOODY idea!!!” He heard a huff and sneered slightly at his ride before answering, “she got me out of the facility, turned into this thing, got us through the tunnel under the lab under the facility,”
“Are you injured in any way, over?”
“Scrapes and bruises but no bites, I swear it,” he was still anxious of them shooting at him. The radio was silent and he was starting to sweat though it could've been the desert heat.
The helicopter broke away, “Base has been relocated to Section c-14, over,”
“Am I MEANT to know what-Woah!” He grabbed onto the fur as the beast changed course, okay, okay yeah sure she knew where to go, this was absolutely ABSURD. And yet he couldn't deny the adrenaline rush it gave him, he dared as she ran adjusting his grip and with his knees he lifted himself as though he was a jockey upon his horse and he became more bold sitting upright and pulling the fur a touch and doing a flick downwards as though flicking the rains with a “yah!” after all there was nobody here to see him, nor judge him and who'd believe who? The sweet Dr Luxe boy or, the beast on what really happened? He was just whisked away?
The novelty however didn't wear off, he felt powerful, he could ride this thing into WAR he could he could, he made a face to himself, remembering not an hour before that this beast was a human, or, something like it and he perhaps shouldn't be so quick to dehumanise her to a mount,,, thoughhhh she did let him mount willingly, maybe she was into that kinda thing? Big beastly savage woman wants to serve a prince well, they're in short supply but he's happy to take the mantle.
He was almost disappointed by the military base coming into view, meant his power trip was coming to an end, he felt her gait shifting those muscles still pounding away realising he could feel her pulse through his thighs it was rather slow considering the distance she just crossed, he realised they must've been miles out by now.
His eyes didn't fail to see the formation of the soldiers and he quickly got down for fear of catching a stray bullet, he heard the terror the commotion as she came to a stop soldiers shouting orders, formation get the tazer the tranq, and he felt delicately the beast lowered, and he could slide himself off of her shoulder with ease, if a lack of grace, the men were upon him instantly raid shields around him protecting and guiding him quickly to the medical tent asking him a couple dozen questions a minute, he couldn't even look back if he wanted to for the black shields, disappearing from view. He heard the screech though.
A sharp tazering to the neck on an elongated pole, she didn't have any eyes on her face anymore but she managed a glare, a taze in the leg, “into the transport vehicle 273,” she snarled in insult making her way toward the large densely built truck usually saved for her or especially large corpses for the lab, she made snaps as they poked her despite her going along with it, and made a throaty screech at the deep needle right into her thigh, drugs administered to knock her right out as the doors closed and locked shut.
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Ambroy did NOT enjoy the two weeks precautionary quarantine, or the blood works or the tests, the questions or the stupid ppe everyone had to wear around him, he'd been through hell and now he was kept in a bubble?! And he didn't trust that Hyden fella who took the blood samples for daily testing to make sure he wasn't infected. No I didn't exchange blood or saliva or other bodily fluids with the whatever her numerical number was, the liquid that was on my clothes was just water, no I wasn't threatened by the subject, what's an nda? As long as it got him out of here he signed it.
He DID however like the sympathy, the attention, the waves of people whose hearts just broke when they heard what happened, an bioterrorist assassination attempt because his blood could help so many people? He should get nearly assassinated more often, but not too often. He went to the talk shows, to the interviews everything he was allowed to and said what he was allowed to say according to the little government fellas always showed up. The story set was that he was a lone survivor that the team of 5 who died at the very start fought to the bitter end, to honor them and their lives, he explicitly wasn't allowed to talk about, her. He repeated back the words he was told to say about who this and that were and crafted his own way of recounting that didn't disturb the audience so much kept their full attention on sympathising with him adoring him.
Maybe Ambroy would find himself a bit more aware of the news of things happening around the world and even local, maybe he'd tune in more when real news broadcasts were on TV rather than switching channels, maybe he'd in fact pay attention to what was happening listening to the live reports absorbing the information rather than letting it fly over his head, and maybe his throat would tighten a little when he saw a fully suited up umbrella team member sent in to help when things got bad, with a dent in the front chest plate at the lung.