The Scientist

"When I say jump, I don't think how high, I got the starlight in my eyes. This revolution is a resource and we got enough started up."

[nezikiki-blog]

( i need to use this lil shit more gdit )

[nezikiki-blog]

"As the King said, you're all imbeciles." The voice is Thorton, finally throwing his two cents in with the rest. Throughout the first trial and investigation he relied on everyone else because he could care less about someone stupid enough to get themselves killed. But all the talking and getting nothing done was becoming irritating. 

Maybe it was time to join in, though he waited until Lucas was done.

"Look at the evidence. Two of you have blood on you in some form or another." He motions to Garry and Grim, before continuing. "And the other had yet to be seen during the announcement and after with his blob holding a fan that belonged to him." While it was true Uendo did mention that the thing liked holding possessions of his, he couldn't ignore the other side to that story. 

"We have three suspects if not three people we can begin from. I find it strange the blob was there in the first place with your fan, bloodied as it was. But I also think it's strange that both of you have blood on your person, when it was so packed in that room to begin with."

[nezikiki-blog]

"Hey Thort. Thorty. Thor. Tonton. Thortin, Tintin. Horton. Horn. Thortacorn."

Thorton stops what he's doing with a sigh and looks over at Barry. How did he even get in here?"Just Thorton. What do you want?"

[dem-deutschen-volke]

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[lukissed--a]

dem-deutschen-volke:

Battle Intro: Victory: Half HP: Low HP: Defeat: Death: Assist: Taunt: Reacting to Taunt: Flee: Reacting to Flee: Tie: Perfect Victory: Low HP Victory: Finishing Move:

[nezikiki-blog]

“......”

The sudden announcement and revelation of the next secret was both revealing-no body had died yet, but worrisome. He knew at least one of the members stuck in the piss poor prison. If his secret had gotten out.....

Thorton was screwed. 

Slowly, he looked towards the ceiling, the gears in his mind whirling and working. Someone needed to die already and end the madness. And it was fortunate, that he could feel nothing.

The young genius then turned and walked to the laundry room, eventually finding his proper cloths an ditching the raggedy prisoner uniform. And though he didn’t have the technology that lay in the battle factory, he’d spend the night thinking about how to defend himself, or figure out a way to end it himself if he had to.

Victims, who would be the easiest.

 Of course...he also had to learn how to make friends fast. Otherwise he’d be the obvious suspect automatically.

It’ll all work out, like clockwork.

[glitteringelite-blog]

Oooooo, what did this thingy do! It looked shiny and important. “Hey Thorty, what’s-” Crash. “… I swear I actually didn’t mean to do that.” He totally did.

[nezikiki-blog]

Don’t react Thorton... as much as he really wants to just shoot him and end it, he remains quiet and unresponsive.

His time would come...for now, he’d just suffer.

[d-yavol]

“Well for one, he’ll probably sabotage your work and laugh at you. He’s… ranted about you quite a bit. It’s actually why I’ve bothered talking to you, as what he’s said has indicated you actually have a brain, unlike most of the population.”

[nezikiki-blog]

“He would, so to save myself from the headache, I might have to do something to get rid of him. Any how.”

“I have a well developed brain, far more than other “teenagers” my age. The only inheritance I got from my father.”

[glitteringelite-blog]

“Well, who pissed in your coffee?” Did he even drink coffee? He’d have to find out so he could do things to it. Like piss in it.

[nezikiki-blog]

Thorton doesn’t respond, and instead continues to work on the new program.

[glitteringelite-blog]

“Fight me like a fucking weirdo, then, I don’t give a shit. Just fight me.”

[nezikiki-blog]

“I have work to do and get done. Work that you could hardly comprehend. So please, make like a bivalvia and scram.”

[nezikiki-blog]

galaxy-commander

"... I... apologize for my acquaintance. He's......

“Unfortunately not… I only tolerate him because he occasionally will do things for me.” Or rather to him. But those were little details.

“I do commend you on your use of the useless and idiotic. I for one though, can’t stand him even to do things for me. He’d only serve to bring me far greater headaches than I already suffer from.”

[nezikiki-blog]

"... I... apologize for my acquaintance. He's... well. Horrible."

“He’s a glioma on the cerebrum of human society and eventually the human race will find a way to destroy humans like your “acquaintance.”

“Today is not that day though.”

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glitteringelite

"thortyortymortyvortycortyshortydortylortywortynort...

“COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN-”

“I am no man.”

“Just a Cerebrum inside a shell of what one calls a homosapien, Please try again later.”

[nezikiki-blog]

"thortyortymortyvortycortyshortydortylortywortynortyportyquortysortyzortybortygortyfortyhortyjorty-"

Thorton stares at Will for the longest time and then closes the door on him just as slowly. Thorton then turns the other way and begins working on that oh so important new program for the battle factory. 

There were no shits to give today.

[glitteringelite-blog]

“Now you’re gonna listen to me, nerdface. I am a member of the Indigo League elite four. The name’s Will. My team is capable of whipping your team, and I’m certainly more than capable of whipping you. I can also get all sorts of blackmail on you. If I so choose, I can make it so you’ll never be able to find a job ever again, and people on the street will spit on you and curse your name.”

He tightened his grip, cutting off Thorton’s air. “Don’t fuck with me, kid. Understand? Nod if you do.”

[nezikiki-blog]

He can’t breath- he can’t breathe...

Thorton instinctively grabbed up for his neck, gasping as Will talked, but still able to understand it. How easy it would be just to end it right now...end his suffering and just float to nothingness. But on the other hand, there’d be no point. The factory would be given to an idiot, and he’d never see his mother anyways...

No, so he nodded vigorously.

[glitteringelite-blog]

Shit, that hurt. Shit, shit, shitshitshitshitshit… True to his training, he only yelped, letting out a hiss as his fingers continued to be crushed. He tried pulling them out, only for the metal to cut further into his skin and his eyes to tear up.

He needed to get this thing off. Thinking quickly about the possibilities of there being more hazards, he stuck his other hand in, wrapping his fingers around the bottom- cutting those too- and pulling up. It was hard, but he got his hand out. 

“Wow, you were right! That was very interesting!” If he wanted to play this game, oh, he’d give it to him. “Now it’s my turn. Thankfully, I don’t need my fingers to kill you!” And he pounced, wrapping his legs around Thorton’s neck.

“Call out, struggle, or order your pokemon to attack and I’ll snap your pretty little neck.”

[nezikiki-blog]

“What are you-” Will surprised Thorton,much to his shock. It opened him enough, for Will to pounce on him and get his legs around his neck. Figures....how stupid was he? Didn’t that even hurt him? Thorton made a grunt from the pain of being shoved to the floor suddenly, having dropped the machine upon impact, but over all took the advice and remained silent.

Just what was he getting at with this...?

[glitteringelite-blog]

The one time he didn’t have his pokemon on him… this was a trap, he knew it. There was absolutely no reason for him to stick his hand in there unless Thorton was expecting something horrible to happen.

Well, he was used to pain. Was this a challenge? Yes, it most certainly was. But the kid’s mention of it being sharp lingered in the back of his mind. Was he going to lose some fingers? Most likely. Was he going to back down?

No. This… this was exciting. Terrifying, but exciting. Did Thorton think he’d refuse? He’ll show him!

“So I stick my hand in,” he did so, “and I’m going to lose some fingers, right? You’re one sick fuck. I like you.”

[nezikiki-blog]

“...............”

Like he’d give Will the satisfaction.

Thorton didn’t say much, he only stared at him for a moment with that same blank, emotionless expression. His finger twitched wordlessly, and just as simple as that, the larger piece dropped hard on Will’s fingers. He didn’t lie, the edge was sharp, but just enough to only slice the skin if rubbed on. Though the rest of his fingers, were now smashed up against metal.

The key player was gravity pulling down on the piece, crushing will’s fingers if they hadn’t already broken from the force, and the lacerations from Will if he dared tried to yank or wiggle out, No, he was going to enjoy this.

“Removing your appendages would be too easy. Why would I grant you that relief, when I could make you wish I had simply cut them off.”

[glitteringelite-blog]

Warning bells. That… was too quick of a change. And talk of what he was working on being sharp… was that a threat? Yes. Yes, it was almost certainly. He needed to leave, fast. He didn’t know how much damage this one could do, and he wasn’t keen on finding out.

“Nah, I think I’m good! Actually, I better get going.” He hopped up, starting for the door. “You’re boring.”

[nezikiki-blog]

“Well you aren’t.”

Thorton stood up and snapped his fingers, a sign to the magnemite in the factory to hover in front of the door, as well as the rotom that haunted the place. They didn’t do anything more but block the way out. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you have time. It’ll be quick.” Thorton walked over to the side of the table, holding the contraption after he grabbed onto it. It was metal, that was for sure. With a slot inside, big enough to fit a small hand,and a large metal piece in the back. “I’d watch the magnemite though,” he added “They don’t like being touched, and the result can be shocking.”

His smile had dropped as soon as Will went and turned with his tail between his legs, he’d wasted his time and bothered him enough, there was no way he’d let him out with no punishment. 

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Thorton motioned to the device he held. “It belongs to one of the machines in Palmer’s tower, that broke. So being the incredible genius that I am, the old man asked me to fix it.” He walked closer, rambling on as he went. “It actually can fit someone’s hand inside, would you like to try? Don’t worry, it’s harmless.”

Just to prove himself, he stuck his own hand inside, as far as it would go. “See? Now you try it.”

Though it was just a simple game of Russian Roulette.