Bro can i get uhhhhhhhh fricking angst with hoffnar as hes becoming tricky and y/n trying to help him? You can decide what happens when he becomes tricky
Oh boy, time for the angsty tears to come rollin' down. TO VALHALLA!
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Disaster in the Making - Hoffnar/Tricky x Reader
"Hoffnar, are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Don't worry my dear, I'm sure this will work...I'm sure of it."
Dr. Hoffnar was testing new theories and practices to make his masterpiece, the Improbability Drive. You were his assistant and had grown particularly fond of him of the past few years working with him.
"I just don't think we should be messing with reality and playing god like this. This is could lead to disaster."
"You worry too much s/o! With the right calculations, this device will be completely safe to use."
Your worried expression lightened a little, Hoffnar took your hand into his as a sign of reassurance. You sighed.
"If you're sure dear, then I'll trust you. You've proven to me and Christoff time and time again that your genius always pulls through in the end."
If only that were true to this case.
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The facility was in shambles, the walls and ceiling were collapsing. A recent experiment with the Improbability Drive had gone horribly wrong.
You had volunteered to test it out for them. They had managed to find a way to get into The Other Place without dying. With a safety harness strapped around you, you started exploring The Other Place when suddenly the lab was raided by Nexus Agents, a stray bullet hit the pulley wire that was meant to bring you back and it left you stranded in The Other Place.
He tried to do everything he could to reel you back in, but it was too late. You were gone, as the power shutdown to put the facility in lockdown, the entrance to The Other Place closed.
Once the Nexus Agents were dealt with, Hoffnar dropped to his knees in disbelief. The love of his life was gone, never to return. Christoff attempt to comfort him, but nothing could ever replace you.
Meanwhile in The Other Place, you had eventually landed in the side of Hell, you tried looking for a way out, but it was fruitless. You had spent many years in Hell at this point though it only felt like a few months.
Surviving off mere scraps, you wandered for ages before coming upon a bright red, glowing wall. It was lightly cracked, you slammed your fist against it with a satisfactory result. Continuing to break the wall, you made a sizable hole that you could fit through.
"Finally, I'm able to get out of this place."
The injuries you sustained wandering through Hell started to ache a bit as you went through the hole in the wall.
Getting through to the other side, you faceplanted onto a cold lab floor, the clatter of your bag full of weapons and food caught the attention of a certain someone still inside the facility.
Quick footsteps were heard coming down the halls before the rusted metal door opened to reveal a very dishevelled Hoffnar in...a clown costume?
"s/o? Is that...really you?"
His voice was incredibly unsteady, going from high-pitched to the normal voice you knew.
You got up quickly and embraced him, you'd waited so long to see him again. His arms hesitantly but surely wrapped around you as well.
"I-I can't believe it, you're...alive. After all these years s/o."
"Years? How long have I been gone for?"
He looked you in the eyes before sighing.
"Too long my dear...too long...Me and Christoff thought you weren't ever gonna come back."
The tears threatened to fall from his eyes, you gently brushed them away with your hand.
"Oh Hoffnar, every waking moment I was in there, I thought of you. I'm not leaving you again."
You took his hand into yours as a sign of reassurance, just like he did years ago. He led you out of the lab and to his home, a small but functioning house.
When you were walking to the house with him, you couldn't help but notice the occasional shaking from him.
"Hoffnar, are you alright dear? You're shaking a little."
He flinched, he really didn't want to tell you, but alas, he gave in.
"The Improbability Drive. I-I put a portable version of it that I made into me. I thought I had died, but it brought me back."
You clutched Hoffnar's hand tighter and brought him closer to you.
"It's fine, as long as you're here, I don't care. Just know that I'm here to help you Hoffnar."
His heart fluttered knowing you were there to support him, but at the same time he could feel his mind slowly slipping away.
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The time you had spent with Hoffnar, you had noticed overtime that he would crack a lot more jokes around you and just generally be really playful at times.
He started to get really into the clown getup, hell, he even started make his own little performances with the stagename "Tricky" around Nevada. You came along to a few of those, you enjoyed them. If he was happy, so were you.
He eventually dropped his old name and stuck with Tricky and decided to go with his trademark clown voice, though you would still call him Hoffnar if things were serious.
He started to become a little distant when he was called in by the Sheriff to try and take of the problem with a certain individual. Hank J. Wimbleton. The massive killing spree Hank was on caught the attention of the Sheriff who called upon certain people to try and take Hank down, Tricky was one of them.
"Don't worry s/o! I'll return, no problem!"
You smiled at his cheerful expression and waved farewell to the clown.
"Come home safe Tricky! I'll be eagerly awaiting your return!"
It had been a couple of days now and Tricky still hadn't come home, your anxiety ate at you. Did he kill Hank like he was tasked to? Did he die? You couldn't handle the thought of your significant other perishing, but he had the Improbability Drive, surely he would be fine.
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You noticed that the sky got incredibly dark after a couple days, no sun, just a glaring red horizon.
You sat wrapped in a blanket on the couch when you heard the door open, you quickly turned to see who it was. Your heart dropped, it was Tricky, but his skin was a rotten green colour, he wore a mask over his face, a bloody stop sign rested in his hand, if you looked close enough, you could see his exposed jaw.
"Tricky? Wh-What happened to you?"
He looked to floor in disgust and shame.
"Clown couldn't beat Hank, ended up becoming a zombie, but Clown is eager for another fight!"
His entire body was shaking and he spoke in third person all of a sudden, you figured this had something to do with the Improbability Drive.
"Tricky, for now, Let's just rest. I missed you and I don't want to lose you again..."
The undead clown sat down with you and tried to keep himself as still as possible. He held you gently, nuzzling into you.
"Clown will not let you be alone again...That is a promise."
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I choked up a few times while writing this. Hope this satisfies your angst desire anon!
