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Sharp Zero Wiki

Hey y'all, this is Logan. I’m a Sharp Zero fan and creator of the sharp zero wiki on fandom, which unfortunately got deleted. I, with some other mods, will be compiling and backing up information about the Sharp Zero webcomic and it’s characters here! this should be a wiki alternative and helpful in case i’m able to remake the wiki - or, in case i do so and it gets deleted again.

note - this is for the webcomic @sharpzero, written by @robotsharks

Note - I, Logan, will be recreating the Sharp Zero wiki on fandom, but we want to ensure we first have enough information to create the pages. Even if the wiki is fully reborn (like someone else we know), we will keep updating this tumblr and wish to ensure that we keep it as least as an archive of info (as everything is lost when a fandom wiki is deleted). 

We will be trying to create a full log of information, as well as hopefully receiving submissions to help us get as much information stored here as possible! Please reblog this, and consider sending some information in, favorite panels (tho I promise, we already have “wow that sure was gay”), etcetera. We hope to see you here! 

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Elliot wakes up to the sound of Wii Bowling and multiple voices cursing in hushed tones at the TV. One voice starts to rise, but another one cuts it off with a whisper-shout of “Pipe the fuck down, Elliot’s sleeping.”

That’s definitely not true anymore, so he kicks off the one sheet that managed to stay on the bed during the night, steps around the pile of blankets on the floor, throws on the nearest sweatshirt, and opens his door.

“Oh, hey, Elliot!” Kate says. “When did you wake up?”

“Like forty seconds ago?”

“Cool, I guess Madina can stop shushing Marcus, then.” She addresses that to the room at large, and both Madina and Marcus nod acknowledgement.

“You realize it’s two in the afternoon, right?” Ace asks without looking away from the screen. His focus is useless, because right after saying that, he bowls a split. “Aw, shit.”

“You realize you’re not wearing socks, right?” Elliot replies, because the only other way to respond to that would have been ‘no.’ The blinds in his room are firmly closed— who knows when he would have woken up, if not for Wii Bowling. Probably soon, but ‘soon’ could mean anything from five minutes to three hours.

“These shoes look stupid with socks.”

“You know what else looks stupid? Blisters because you didn’t wear socks for the aesthetic.”

“I’m not going on a hike in them.”

“Good.”

Kate promptly bowls a strike, putting her even further in the lead. “If anyone tries to go on a hike in shoes with that little arch support, I’m taking their shoes and letting them go barefoot instead.”

“Ow,” Madina says. “Remind me to always wear basketball shoes around you. I mean, I do anyway, but still. Anyway, Elliot, we’re actually here to pick you up for rehearsal, but Marcus said you got home at four in the morning, so we let you sleep, and what were you even doing at four in the morning?”

There’s a short silence as everyone in the room swivels to look at Elliot.

“Um, it might be better if you don’t know?”

Madina stares at him for a couple seconds before saying, “Right, let’s pretend I never asked and hope the police don’t show up.”

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“You killed him? Wait, what? Literally?”

“Literally,” Danny says. “So I went to the Witchmother and got his soul back but then I didn’t know where to bring him so I took him here and now Dispatch just took a door off its hinges. I don’t know why they’re here.”

“Where?”

“Down the hall to your left.”

“Okay, I’ll keep watch,” Alex says. “Find somewhere to hide for now, I’ll call you if Crank and Dispatch leave or if he wakes up. And let’s forget about this after tonight.”

“Uh... we might have to bring him back to the Witchmother once he wakes up.”

“Fuck. I need to be at home as soon as possible, so I’ll send some of the others, um, whoever won’t say anything to Eli. Kim won’t, I’ll call them, and... hm.”

“Isaiah, they won’t say anything until after.”

“Yeah. See you in a bit.”

“See you.”

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“So, start explaining why there are dozens of puppies in the guest room.”

“If it makes you feel any better, we’re moving some of them to Kate’s as soon as she cleans up the kitchen, and Ace already took fourteen to his place,” Elliot offered.

“How many is Kate taking?” Marcus asked.

“Eleven. Maybe more if Madina can find time to help her out with them.”

“Elliot. That leaves us with twenty-five puppies.”

“Well, obviously we’re gonna find other people to take some. And it’s probably not permanent.”

“Probably,” Marcus echoed as he picked up a particularly small puppy that had escaped the guest room and was getting dangerously close to vanishing under the couch. “Where did you even get them?”

“That’s not important. Rest assured, they totally would have died otherwise.”

The puppy Marcus had picked up had luminous red eyes. As Marcus watched, it licked his hand with a forked tongue. “Ooookay. I’m just not going to question this.”

“That is probably smart.”

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“You’re here,” Alex says. “And you haven’t tried to kill me yet.”

“Yeah, so?”

“You must want something from me.”

He and Eli have a staring contest for about ten seconds before Eli says, “Yeah, the fan in the containment facility isn’t working and with Tanis and Zipper on a mission you’re the only one who can get close enough to fix it.”

“And you couldn’t get an intern and a ladder?”

“Do you want us to have to make the waiver longer when said intern gets their hand chopped off by a blade rotating too fast to even see it?”

“Oh, it’s that fan.”

“Yes, that fan, the only type of fan we even have in the containment facility. Come fix it.”

It’s a short walk, one that’s made in complete silence. Eli punches in various keycodes as they pass into higher security levels, but when they get to the palm scanner that opens the last door, the screen is dark.

Eli pushes the power button a few times. The screen stays dark. “Damn, not again.” Then he pulls out his phone. “Isaiah, do you have a minute? The palm scanner is broken— yeah, I know, I don’t think we can take apart the wiring though— okay.”

The edge of one of the sliding doors is dented in a little, as if someone had tried to wedge something very narrow in between the doors. Just a couple moments after Alex notices that, the door at the other end of the hall opens and Isaiah, savior of all machine-related messes, beelines for the palm scanner. They fiddle with the screen itself for a few moments before taking out the entire panel of the wall and tossing it on the floor.

All the wires are cut.

“Told you we would have to take apart the wiring,” Isaiah says, backing up to stand in front of the door. “Blasting the door open in one, two, three.”

Once the door is off its hinges, thanks to the explosion courtesy of Isaiah’s blaster, it doesn’t take any of them long to spot someone in dark clothing crouched by one of the modules, halfway through opening it up.

“Well, it looks like this might be a little more complicated than I thought,” Eli says.

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I'm going to try updating this blog again

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Are you a fellow gay?

in the sense of ‘attracted to the same gender,’ yes, but i’m pan-ace ~birl (elijahrosefanclub)

Hell yea ✌🏼gay-ace ~sharperzero

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“I mean, it’s awesome as shit, but why does your toaster have wings, again?” It had actually taken a while for Elliot to notice the wings— now that he’s actually noticed them, he can remember glancing at them a few times before, but he’d never taken a close enough look to actually register that yes, there are wings on Danny’s toaster.

“So that it can fly.”

“You have a flying toaster?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

Danny’s face brightens. “Really?”

“Yeah, like, I genuinely do not know what would be better.”

“I’m trying to get it to fly to specific locations so that it can deliver your toast, but I think I’ll probably need to make it more like a helicopter or a drone. The wings are cool, but they’re not the best for directed flight, unless I want the toaster to glide, in which case the toast might fall out which would make the whole toast delivery thing completely useless.”

“Can it fly and make toast at the same time?”

“Not yet. I actually need to figure out how to make it fly without it having to be plugged in, because currently that’s the only way it works. But if I fix that, then it can probably fly and make toast at the same time, and then it’ll hopefully be able to bring toast to people.”

“What’ll you do once you’ve finished your toast drone?”

“Probably modify my coffee maker so that it can drip directly into a travel mug and then make it do the same thing.”

“Awesome.”

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“I just find it really irresponsible and—”

“Ace, I don’t think you have any room to call me irresponsible—”

“Yes, of course I do—”

“Well, what about the monkey?” Elliot smirked as he went back to tuning; the monkey was definitely not one of Ace’s finest moments. They all agree on that. Ace included.

“Look, the monkey was completely unintentional.”

“How do you unintentionally superglue a stuffed monkey in your friend’s dishwasher? I don’t even own superglue!”

“You got it out, didn’t you? And I swear it wasn’t premeditated.”

“Yeah, and we were stacking dishes all over the place in the meantime, since it took a week. A week. Of no dishwasher. Because there was a fucking stuffed monkey superglued inside, so we couldn’t close the dishwasher.”

“If it makes you feel better, my dishwasher has been broken for two years,” Ace offered.

“That is no reason for you to fuck up mine!”

“It isn’t?”

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“I still can’t believe that Eli sent Alex, of all people, to deal with that horde of teenagers,” Kim griped. “I mean, what was his thought process? What led him to the decision to send the most famous super in the city to deal with them? Wasn’t the problem in the first place that they were being disruptive and blocking traffic? How exactly was Redshift supposed to solve that?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Natia replied as she set up the fake ranged missiles for Kim’s training session.

“Well, I’ll tell you how,” Kim continued. “By waiting for me to get him out. What sort of—”

“It can’t have been that bad,” Elliot said from the other side of the room. (Despite his brave words, he was standing well out of reach, and had strategically placed Natia in between him and Kim.) “I mean, it’s not like you died.”

“My eardrums did,” Kim said sourly. “So much shrieking. And that traffic situation didn’t improve until Alex got the fuck out of there, and then I could finally do my job.”

“You know, I think it would be a lot more productive to vent your frustrations through training,” Natia ‘suggested,’ which was Kim’s cue to end their rant and decimate some dummies— it was a good stress release.

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I'm having fun with this deadsona

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“So, we’re going to Starducks. It’s a beautiful day. We’re wearing normal clothing and we look just like ordinary civilians.”

“Where are you going with this?” Isaiah asked.

Samira shrugged dramatically. “I don’t know, what should I tell them my name is? I’m thinking something recognizable and easy to spell, so even if they don’t hear the first part they’ll still know what I said.”

“Like what?”

“Hmm, maybe Redshift?”

Alex groaned. “Can you not?”

“I must. It’s essential.”

“I’ll be Grasshopper,” Kim said.

“I’ll be Coldfront,” Isaiah said absently, watching the line inside Starducks move forward. “Line doesn’t look too bad, we’ll have some time to sit before we have to go back to HQ.”

Kim and Samira looked expectantly at Alex.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll be Deathwish, then.”

“Yes,” Samira cheered quietly. “You know, maybe at some point we should actually go in uniform and—”

“No.”

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“You love me, right?”

Marcus sighed. “Why do I feel like this phone call is going to leave me doubting that?”

“Haha. Ha. Um. No idea?”

“That was the least convincing laugh I’ve ever heard.”

Elliot’s sigh sounded crackly over the phone. “Yeah, I knew it was bad, but I don’t know how to make it better.”

“That applies well to life.”

“Uh-huh. Especially seeing as I’m kinda at the police station right now and I need you to come get me.”

“You what?”

“Look, I don’t know how the goat got involved. I’m blaming Rodney.”

“I do not want to know.”

“No, you really don’t.”

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When you should be studying for your test next period

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Beelzebuddy

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I love how helliot looks