#forcefully employed

[bomb-bot-and-virus]

Red stumbled into view, stained with blood and the strange black liquid the fold seemed to be made of. Her eyes like flowing silk as her pupils flicked to Whitty. “D-dad?” - @forcefully-employed

Whitty leaned against the wall, trying not to fall again. Getting mobility back into his stiff, protesting limbs was certainly proving to be quite the struggle, and he'd have almost missed Red if they hadn't heard her voice. Immediately, he straightened up, head craning to look at her. The former bombhead looked worse for wear, hair caked with dirt and knees somewhat bloody from how many times he'd fallen already.

"... Red?"

Was she ok? Was the blood theirs? Hopefully not.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Red ran down the hallway, with Sparky close on his heels. They needed to get to AHW Whitty quickly, who knows what Red’s Updike was doing to him. As he rounded a corner he bumped into someone extremely tiny. “Ack-” He looked down at her, tilting his head. “Um, hello?” - @forcefully-employed ((IT’S TIME IT’S TIME))

||ITS TIME||

*The girl has been hearing noises outside her room, and when she finally had stepped out to see what it was, she found nothing. That is, until Red had ran into her, knocking her over.*

"H-huh..?"

*She opened her eyes, quickly standing up.*

"S-sorry mister..! Do you h-happen to know where Updike is? He told me to wait, but with all the noise, 'm getting kinda worried."

*The girl was absolutely tiny, barely over a foot, and couldn't have been older than six.*

@sparky-bomb-boi

[ask-hex-and-whitty]

Whitty limped down the alleyways, clutching his bleeding chest. He had fucked up royally today and now he was paying for it. He should have known, it was only a matter of time until he messed up on one of his missions. He needed to get back to base. They would punish him for his incompetence, but if he got there fast enough they might be more lenient. Whitty suddenly stumbled forwards, tripping on an oddly placed brick. He yelped, trying and failing to catch himself. He landed on his injured leg, the gash scraping across the rough concrete. He hissed and curled up on his side, groaning softly. - @forcefully-employed

Hex was excitedly talking to Whitty, when the bomb headed individual heard a small thump, and soft hissing. He looked at Hex, who didn't seem to have picked up on it.

".... I'm gonna do something real quick, alright Hex?"

Hex 'blinked', confused as to why his friend wanted to go.

"... Well, alright! Come back soon, Whitmore!!"

Whitty nodded and got up and off the wall, going towards the source of the noise.

"... Anyone there?"

@forcefully-employed

[spiteful-bomb]

[im not sure when this is supposed to happen, so save it until the context is correct. im pretty sure that its soon tho- ok bye im gonna go buy a burrito loler]

Verity groaned. Walking into the wrong TTG had been annoying but at least he had a new ally. He's started down to leave, but the hallways are different than the ones he's used to and he miiiight be a bit lost.

"Drat," he hisses to himself. "I should have asked which way to-" Suddenly he stops, hearing a commotion nearby. What's going on? An anomaly attempting an escape? Intruders? Either way he pulls out his gun, finger ready on the trigger, and backs up against the wall. As stealthily as humanly possible he peeks around the corner he was originally about to turn from. - @whitless-downdike

Updike was still following behind Red with Sparky when he shivers. Are they being watched? He slowly reaches for his dart gun, which happens to be his weaker hand.

@forcefully-employed @sparky-bomb-boi

[bomb-bot-and-virus]

Red has. Appeared out of a spontaneous portal. “UPDIKE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING THIS WILL KILL YOU!” She is going to obtain this man. - @forcefully-employed

"May I ask who you are?"

He... Hadn't expected a bombhead to come out of a portal and start screaming concerns at him, but he supposed that it was to be expected. Not colorful enough to be Hatter, though.

[ask-hex-and-whitty]

Red walked into the room, seeming a bit stressed. “Uh, dad?” His voice was a bit higher than normal.

Apollyon burst into the room, looking frazzled. “I ADOPTED A CHILD AGAINST MY WILL PLEASE HELP”

“yyyeahhhh so uh, assistance? Please?” - @forcefully-employed

"Tranquility shoots pineapples with a machine gun."

"Ignore him, he can only speak in cryptic phrases for the foreseeable future. You adopted a child against your will? How.... How do you accomplish that??"

He was mostly confused more than anything, but it didn't look like he wouldn't help.

"Well, we have three adoptive children now, we'll help you!"

(Virus can only speak in cryptic phrases for six more asks.)

(4/10)

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

Updike walked out into the woods, looking around. His agents had narrowed down the child’s location, now all he had to do was grab them. He heard a rustling and snapped his attention towards it, seeing a small figure in through the trees. “Hello?” - @forcefully-employed

*She quickly ducked under the bushes, afraid. She didn't have enough energy to summon another portal, not after how far she went.*

||hahaha oh no||

[ask-hex-and-whitty]

Apollyon kicked down the fucking door, his eyes glowing like flashlights. “THEY FUCKING TOOK IZANE I’M GOING FUCKING FERAL SOMEONE DIES T O D A Y”

Red nodded, his eyes rippling like silk. “We’re getting her back.” - @forcefully-employed

".... God fucking-"

Whitty looked outright pissed, clenching his fists. Always someone taken, always someone to beat into a pulp. One day he'd get rid of everyone who could hurt them, but clearly that hadn't been done yet.

"Do you know where she is?"