This is a very rough reference drawing I have made of the Wind and the Alchemist. (I forgot to scan the inks alone [facepalm])And it is still a work in progress, the colours are not even done x) (forgive me but watercolour takes TIME)
It is Origin Prime in my AU - the Oraman AU - in which He is a God - the Wind - Who made a Planet, and an Atmosphere, and quietly watched His People be born and evolve along centuries.
One day, His story will be told.
Now, given Physical Form by an Alchemist (last on his profession), the Wind will one day be known across the Known Universe, as Horde Prime.
I need to redraw them properly.
Here is a link to the beginning of His story - their story but lets be real, it is a Prime origin story:
Welcome, to the Second Scene
(Fic summary:)
Watching over His people, who had since long forgotten Him, was a lonesome, faceless, shapeless, and voiceless God.
On this now long forgotten Planet, the people had chosen Science and Technology, over the belief in God and Mythology.
Yet, one Alchemist - a science since called "magic" and discarded as children's tales - held the belief that the God and magic were real.
A hint of will and a lot of dreams, a danger from beyond the Stars - and the Alchemist could finally prove his fellow scientists that he was right.
And he could finally provide the God with a physical form, and a shape, and a face.
And the God was finally given back His long forgotten voice.
Character A has a whole PSA presentation prepared touching on a rather serious topic. The only issue is that one of the audience members, Character B, seems oddly obsessed with pocking holes in such a presentation
Content Warnings: Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of violence. Someone being an assassin. Intentionally being cruel. Uncaring toward others.
The editor knows me too well
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David doesn’t know what he just walked in on. And frankly, he doesn’t want to.
“But what’s the point of being a shifter!”
...never mind, he needs to know.
“What the hell is going on?”
Out of everything he’s encountered while working as a restaurant owner for Fazbear Entertainment, Mike presenting a PowerPoint to another version of himself from another dimension is by far the most concerning.
The PowerPoint thing, not the fact Mike has a counterpart who's an assassin and somehow willed himself into existence in their universe. The second half is normal to him.
“Language, David!”
“Hey, Douche Bag,” Mike greets, Hunter glaring at his warning effectively becoming null and void. “Fucking shit up?”
“Looks like you are,” David begins. Glances at the slide currently displayed on what looks to be Scott’s laptop, meaning the sandy haired man is a part of this. Or he just agreed to lend it without being told it’d be for...this. “Care to share?”
Hunter immediately beams up at him. He has to remind himself not to let the man get too excited less he grow a few inches. And once that starts, a pout will state he’d rather shrink someone else rather than grow too tall to comfortably stand in the room, meaning David better be anywhere but here if that happens.
They thought learning about Mike being a size-shifter was bad. Even if there were moments when the lead guard would suddenly grow several feet tall without warning, or accidentally being shrunk themselves when they surprised the man, it was never done maliciously. Technically, it was their own faults encouraging it. Something about Mike subconsciously being comfortable enough to not feel the need to hide the ability, James’ words not his.
But that was before Hunter joined the ‘family’. His introduction to immediately shrink Jeremy to pocket him with the proclamation the stuttering guard was his pet. Something their version of Afton’s son never did, and guaranteed never thought about.
“Mike’s teaching me how to be a good owner!”
Yeah, no, he should go.
“The exact opposite, actually,” makes David jump at Scott’s voice piping up behind him. The business man looks over his shoulder to spot the shorter glaring about being in the way of entering the room. Which he gladly allows because now Scott will get shrunk. “He’s teaching you people should be respected even if they can’t grow and shrink at will.”
“I’m clearly superior,” Hunter huffs. Clenching his fists and stomping his foot. Which, on top of the whole being able to become a literal giant in seconds, isn’t a good sign considering his enhanced strength on top of all of that. “You can’t stop me from putting you in a cage!”
Mike reaches over to the laptop. Clicks the spacebar in order to allow the next slide to move. And while it seems like Hunter immediately knew what it said going based upon how tense he becomes, David’s left to figure out just what the fuck a ‘perpl gyy’ is.
“Purple Guy’s not a shitty ass shifter.”
...that’s Purple Guy?
David doesn’t comment on the fact isn’t misspelled beyond belief, or the fact it’s supposed to be capitalized. Even if it wasn’t a nickname, it’s the only two ‘words’ in the middle of the screen and clearly a title of sorts, so it should’ve been-
Don’t make Hunter lose track of what’s important.
Speaking of the assassin, cold blue eyes identical to Mike’s down to the way his pupils dilate when focusing on something give the ‘name’ provided a long stare.
“Vincent’s family! That doesn’t count!” Hunter finally exclaims.
“These assholes are my goddamn family.”
“They’re not your brother!”
Both Scott and David tense up as Hunter grows a solid foot in height, clearly towering over his counterpart with clear anger as a small growl begins. They glance over Mike, unsure if they should want the lead guard to grow, or stay at his normal 5’6” height.
On one hand, there’s only one potential mini-giant. On the other, precious seconds would be lost if that one potential mini-giant decides to start a wrestling match in the small room.
“Purple Guy wasn’t always your fucking brother.”
They wait. Hunter shrinks back down again. “Next slide.”
“Mike what the fuck does that say?”
David couldn’t help it when who knows how many slides look like the abomination presented. He was ignoring the pure white background. The lack of using the different templates the way they’re supposed to.
“Jerber.”
“It says ’girbr’ and it’s not even capitalized!”
“Uh oh,” a new voice begins, Fritz peering into the room. He looks over the scene before snorting. “Who let Mike use PowerPoint without supervision?”
The lead guard smirks as David snatches the laptop up, not even glancing over at Hunter’s ‘Hey!’ as he exits the presentation in order to edit it. “How the hell am I supposed to teach this bastard not to fuck with you assholes?”
”Not with PowerPoint!”
“Without supervision,” Fritz amends. Scott earns a companion to sit in one of the numerous random chairs scattered across the room. “We agreed it was too traumatizing for Mr. Harrison.”
Scott doesn’t acknowledge the pointed look aimed toward him by the redhead, finding Hunter watching David’s angry typing to be much more entertaining. “He didn’t get me the financials on time.”
“That was one time over a month ago.”
“And this was your punishment.”
Fritz looks over at Mike in confusion. “What homework did he give you?”
“Mike was trying to say humans deserve to be respected,” Hunter mutters as he heeds David’s wave to give him some space to work. It takes two seconds before the assassin straightens up at the realization who joined their discussion, the recognized redhead becoming frozen with fear of what’s going to happen next. “Employee G6! You appreciate our abilities!”
David sends a look saying he’ll be blamed if the business man is shrunk, and not offered any help if Fritz ends up getting shrunk.
“I, I think they’re pretty cool-”
“So I’ll shrink you whenever I want to shrink someone!”
Fritz’s mouth opens. Then closes. Looks over at Mike for help. Who raises an eyebrow toward Hunter.
The assassin sighs. “Please.”
Even David looks up in shock. To which Fritz is put between a rock and a hard place. They might’ve gotten a ‘please’, but ever telling Hunter ‘no’ will always end in someone’s death. “What if you ask me when you want to and we’ll go from there?”
“Deal! Come on!”
As if his chosen victim ever has a choice. It’s impossible for Fritz to attempt to rip his arm out of a grip stronger than iron. And with the speed he’s being pulled along and forced to run to keep up, it’s also a miracle he doesn’t lose his arm.
But they finally enter the restaurant's main room, long having been closed and therefore leaving it empty of any customers. It’s a familiar scene considering Mike’s done it a few times when Jeremy demanded warmth, or Eggs a living jungle gym. The hands motioning for him to stand by the wall are familiar, but the person they belong to isn’t the caring man who makes them feel like they’ll die a horrible death if they don’t listen. Blue eyes shinning in delight of being able to share his ability, yet instead of fondness only cruelty reflect in them.
Yet as Hunter grows, Fritz doesn’t attempt to run. He could escape. With the assassin sitting at 30 feet tall, it’d be almost impossible to fit his hand into the hallway one step away. But that’d lead to the size-shifter shrinking down and commencing an incredibly terrifying chase.
He’s curious though, because no hand with fingers nearly as tall as him have reached out to snatch him up yet.
“Toaster waffles. I was promised them if I asked before grabbing.”
Eyes the size of his head look toward a figure Fritz is too afraid to look over at considering there’s currently an unfriendly giant a few feet away. “I’ll get you your shit tomorrow.”
At least he has Mike to save him if this goes south...
“Employee-”
“Irish Jig.”
“Fritz. Can I hold you?”
No.
The redhead sighs at the pleading look aimed at him. Clenches his eyes shut in preparation. Flinches as he can only whisper out a ‘yes’.
Out of all the other times Hunter’s been a giant, whether growing or shrinking someone, it’s never been gentle. Always squeezing them so it feels like they might pop or moving so quickly they’re given whiplash.
Fritz can’t help but open his eyes in surprise as he’s carefully scooped up with two palms inside of snatched up in a fist. Yelps because it’s still quick as he’s lifted into the air, gravity attempting to bring him back to earth as it feels like his stomach was left behind.
Hunter grins down at him with teeth just a little too close for comfort. “Mike said you’d let me grab you more often if I’m careful.”
Again, it’s kind of impossible to tell someone who can become a giant no, but this is certainly a way to have the hesitation shorten significantly.
“Sure. Yeah, yeah I wouldn’t say, say-”
Fritz curls into a fearful ball as Hunter laughs at his stutters, finding himself hugged against Hunter’s cheek.
David finally steps out of the hallway when it seems like a victim has been chosen. Truthfully, a bit amazed by how effective the absolutely indiscernible PowerPoint managed to teach Hunter a few things.
“He’s never letting Fritz go, is he?”
“You fucking interrupted before I got to the goddamn slide.”
