writing so far ahead that not even the FBI can catch me. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
have some brotherhood gambit when he meets some of sinister's clones.
Remy is gasping and clutching at his chest. He curls in the barest corner of the ‘apartment’ that he has been living in since he had to leave with Sinister to keep everyone safe. Right now, his brain is dragging him back to when he was eleven! And his chest was bleeding and open and!!
He wraps his arms tightly around his chest that is glowing slightly. He gasps and tries to calm down. But there is no roof to clamber to. No tapes of his brother playing piano. No bo staff to practice. And no lake to chuck himself into. He is mentally clawing at any scrap of calm that he can potentially get. But it is so so fleeting. He gags and whimpers and!
There is sniffing. He startles as he looks up and he sees Creed… but not Creed. No. A clone. Someone younger. But looks like Creed fuzzier. And like a teen.
A new wave of panic hits.
“You gotta get outta here monsieur!! I'm gonna go boom. Big big boom and I cant-”
He sobs as his chest glows brighter and his veins buzz so so loud. He gasps and shuts his eyes..
“Out out out outoutoutout!”
He babbles, not wanting to hurt anyone else. Something nudges his arm and Remy gasps. He hears a soft chirp and then a churr and another nudge. His hand slips onto the soft hair and he begins to pet without really thinking.
Soft. Soft. Fluffy and warm. A purr starts up at as his fingers move slowly. He slowly starts scratching and his body relaxes as the clone teen thing noses his way into curling up in Remy’s arms. Remy ends up laying on his back with a purring clone on his chest that is licking at his hair. He relaxing and coming down from the panic.
“Bonjour. You be one of Essex’s clones. Only ever seen the test tubies me. Who you be?”
The clone of Creed murps at him and noses his cheek. Remy notes the collar. But it just has a number. Not a name. He gently rubs right behind the clone’s left ear where he knows that Creed likes to be scratched. The clone purrs deeper and then hops up and grabs Remy’s sleeve in his teeth.
Remy yelps as he starts being dragged. The clone chirps while not letting go and tugs again. Remy sees a tiny tail poking out as swaying slightly. He stands and lets himself be lead out of his ‘apartment’. He is tugged down winding hall. He hesitates everyonce in a while. But the clone churrs and murps at him and doggedly tugs his sleeve. So he keeps going.
He ends up in a room with a small pile of blankets and pillows. A even cmaller version of Creed is there, this one with upper fangs that hang over his lip even when his mouth like little tusks. Remy feels a rush of panic. How many clones of Creed had Essex made? Why had he made more than one?? Why? Then he spots a thin little white haired clone of… Logan???!!! A tiny clone of Logan that is hiding fairly well uder the blankes. The one that pulled him here curls into his side and chirps a little confused as Remy gets his breathing back under control.
The little one with tusks growls low and deep, puffing up. The one curled around Remy hisses back loudly and snarling loudly. Remy freezes, recognizing the territorial snarls and the danger of being near two pissed off ferals. They hiss back and forth snarlin
Then another Creed clone comes in. this one looks older than the other two, with orangey blond hair and a quick hiss. There is a sharp clack of teeth and a growl. The clone curled around him chirps and wriggles and Remy pets him slowly out of nervousness. The soft texture calms him down and breathing is easier. The clone purrs loudly.
The orangey blond gets closer and sniffs at him.
“Who you?”
He asks a growl deep around both words. Remy leans into the clone that is purring at his side.
“I-I- Im Remy. Bonjour???”
He stutters out not sure how he should be reacting to any of this. Then the Logan clone darts out of the blankets and knicks into his chest, sniffing and bumping his ribs. Remy tenses for a moment and then pets the new clone gently.
The oldest-looking clone tilts his head, nods once firmly and purrs.
"Nest time. Smilodon, no growl. He's staying. Bobcat, grab blankets and make nest better. Sleep. Let's go."
Smilodon, seemingly the one with tiny tusks huffs and hisses but then settles. Bobcat, the one that had dragged him here starts rearranging the blankets. The little logan simply stays purring at his front.
“Monsiuer. What's your name? And his?”
Remy asks, still petting the clone Logan.
“Lynx.” Lynx points to himself and then points to the little logan. “Mink. Now! Nest. Nest!”
Lynx herds him back into the pile of blankets. Remy ends up with Bobcat curled at his right, Mink at his front, and Lynx on his left with Smilodon on his chest. The ferals are warm and are loudly purring in tandem. Remy feels safe for the first time since he had been brought to Essex’s base. His eyes start to close as he keeps petting Mink and Bobcat. Bobcat licks his hair and noses at his head. Mink makes biscuits with his hands in Remy’s shirt with sleepy purrs. And Remy falls asleep, warm and safe.
I gave Jellybean pupils?? The pupils are optional, most of the time he has none. I'm likely keeping him but I'll also still consider adopting him out, he has a lot of art now and comes with a small clay figure I made. If ur interested just message me and I can show you all his art + figure!!
