Got a small snippet of writing that's basically just how engines are able to use power ups from a fic that's prob never be finished/see the light of day at the rate i'm going LMAO
TL;DR Douglas goes out into the woods without telling anybody again. Because the last time went SO WELL.
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Ok, Douglas. You can figure this out and be back before the sun rises. It’ll be fine. It’s been so long- he has to be gone by now. You’ll be safe. You’ll be fine.
You silently slip out of the shed, making sure to close it behind you. You quickly snag one of the ice flowers growing at the base of the treehouse’s trunk with your front coupler and head off through the trees, doing your best not to disturb any bushes or other foliage that could rustle loud enough to alert anyone.
Ok. Good. Cool, brilliant even. That’s the hard part over with. Now you just have to find one of those things again. And… Also hope the vines can lift up a heavy metal engine should worst case scenario happen…
You just stare for a few minutes.
Debating.
Should you really do this? There’s bound to be some other way to figure it out. Why do you want to do it this way so badly?
You huff quietly through your nose as you grab the ice flower from your outstretched coupler with your teeth, pulling it into your maw with your tongue before biting down on it with a crisp crunch, a chilling sensation swirling through you as the flower’s magic kicks in and solidifies your form.
Solid metal. Just how you were before your monsterization. You don’t often wish to go back to being rigid, but in this instance it’s the only real way you can test… “Awright, Douglas, yoo’ve awready swiped a flower… Can’nae go back on that…”
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@zocomotive
You seem to really like how I write so I'm remembering to mention you WITHOUT needing another reblog this time lol