-Hana was fast asleep in her bed with her soothing Japanese flute music when her brother Tadashi woke her up rudely with his robot building... AGAIN- "Uh, baka..." -she sat up and stretched before chewing him out- "Can't a girl get some sleep around here without all the construction tools in the world being used to make those things?" -she groaned-
"Tadashi Titanic Tragedy (say that three times fast)"
"{If someone actually does this, I will record myself reading the fanfic to you all.}" - TadashiOnFire
tadashionfire invxntive
The most tragic love story you'll ever read. Eat your heart out, Shakespeare.
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“What you waiting for, ToF?” Tadashi asked. He saw the burning man’s fire weakening.
“I can’t,” ToF answered, somberly. “There isn’t enough for the both of us.”
Tadashi paused for a moment, confused by ToF’s answer. “Uh…yes there is. This door can fit two.”
“No,” ToF sobbed. “I must keep you safe an alive in case anyone finds you…”
“ToF, get your ass up here right now.”
“I musn’t,” ToF cried some more. “My one and only love must live to tell the tale of this tragic event.”
“Well then maybe you can tell this tragedy too if you get yourself on this fucking door.”
“My time has come Tadashi,” ToF whispered.
“It has not!” Tadashi rolled his eyes.
“You must be safe and warm for the future. Tell your future grandchildren of this tragedy in case they discover artifacts you may or may not be missing, my love.”
“JESUS FUCKING CRACKER CHRISTMAS CHRIST JUST GET ON THE MOTHERFUCKIN’ DOOR RIGHT NOW!!”
“Goodbye,” ToF whispered. “My love.”
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
It was too late. ToF let go of Tadashi and sank into the depths of the ocean along with 1,490 and 1,635 other passengers (I sincerely apologize for making that joke, please don’t bring your pitchforks and torches.)
“MOTHERFUCKER!!” Tadashi flipped a floating table just right next to the door he was sitting on.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Tadashi and his ToF. Wait, wrong story.
❝ Oh! Hey, Tadashi! Hold on a sec-- ❞
There's a boom as pink gas bursts from the
beaker, a fine layer of dust coating the
immediate area.
❝ Okay, definitely, 200% works--if only I could
get the powder to stick to carbon specifically...
---anyway! How's your project going?
I'm guessing amazing, right? ❞