Hey I saw that your requests are open so, remember your genshin impact x reader, where the reader was very smol :X I have been recently Been simping intensely for ayato. Could you maybe make a part 2 where ayato is present? I would love to see that happen!
Inazuma Daycare [Baby Male Genshin]
Characters: Itto, Ayato, Thoma, Kazuha, Gorou
Synopsis: A supposed demon, a Yashiro Commissioner, a former criminal, a foreign servant and the General of Watatsumi…all under the age of six. Since it can’t be helped, you must do everything for them.
Tags: gn reader, platonic love, children
(A/n): When someone request the child series, it's free real estate *proceeds to insert the rest of the boys*
Arataki Itto
The loud kid who speaks before raising his hand. The kid who brings trading cards and aggressively shows off how poggers his legendary collections are worth MILLIONS (they're not). The kid who sucks the life energy out of your body.
"Teacher! Pick me, pick me!"
But you just can't hate him.
Itto would undoubtedly still be the tallest. His horns were like little bumps, barely poking out. He's not particularly savvy with his face painting skills yet, which you must fix it up for him after he got into a mess as always.
"I wanna use the colour red. Make it streak down like tears of blood on my face! Oh man, I'm going to look so cool!"
Okay Itto, now sit properly or this marker is going across your nose.
During art time, he likes to create his own version of 'Teyvat Creatures'. You had an earful of them: King of Hiligalaticalspectadogchurls and Evil Beans (the main villain of his hand-made manga by the way). Colours outside of the lines too. Very proud of his work. Sells them for 50 mora each.
Lunch time was the messiest for him. He can't hold his utensils and prefers to use bare hands.
The reason why Itto has such good beatboxing skills was that he practiced at a young age. Though he ends up spitting everywhere instead. You hope that he'll get better as soon as possible.
Voice cracks. You can hear him across the playground field.
But no matter how rowdy he is, Itto gets along with everybody and never leaves them feel left out. You find him inviting little children in the corner to a game of tag during recess. Sadly, he still ends up being last place in these games. Might pout. Might get salty. Might cry.
Itto refuses to agree that he is a crybaby. He runs a lot outside and would end up scraping his knee when too careless. You remember fixing a wound for him, his face would be all scrunched up as tears were piling up. He'll just keep repeating the same phrases: "this is nothing"/ "I'm a man and men don't cry".
You laughed, "Yes, indeed you are."
Kamisato Ayato
The kid whose parents fund your entire business. The popular trustfundkid. The kid way too mature for his age. Ayato holds tight to his refined image that he may come off a bit vain. Why is he even in your daycare anyways?
The first thing he does when entering you classroom was to mutter, "So this is where the donations went."
"Excuse you not everyone can afford high-quality furniture like you and for the record, I bought them myself."
When Thoma isn't available you'll be his substitute. It's unbelievable how rich the Kamisatos are. Ayato couldn't even fasten a sash knot and expected you to put on his kimono the moment he outstretched his hands.
You found a hidden bottle of Bubble Tea which of course, you confiscated. No desserts before lunchtime, Young Master.
Despite his rather lavish upbringing, you often found Ayato being picked up by his servants rather than his parents. His family loved him very much, but they were obviously too busy to attend their son's needs all the time. Since then, you saw him in a different light.
Thus when indoor recess was finished, you made Ayato in charge of putting the toys back into the toybox.
Thoma was about to help, that is, until you interjected faster than the Shogun's lightning.
This would be the first step to helping the young boy connect with his fellow classmates. He didn't have to be treated on a pedestal, he was an equal, a child who needed your attention more than anything. Initially, Ayato felt bothered by the tasks you gave to someone like him but those tasks ended up bringing the two of you closer.
For instance, serving the meals. Ayato genuinely liked your cooking much to your surprise. He was often served the best and healthiest dishes with the best ingredients but they lacked the cozy hearth-like feeling that you had. He said it tasted simple, yet honest.
Enjoys his hand being held when you both cross the street. Politely asks if he could keep holding onto you. “I like it when you hold me, teacher.” It's safe to say that the kid has grown attached, albeit clingy. Next thing you find yourself carrying him like a baby.
You will never know that Ayato intentionally finds excuses to follow you around. He'll get jealous when his classmates, even Thoma, steal your attention. And when you scold him for it, he'll get sad. But don't be fooled! They might just be puppy eyes.
Thoma
The kid every teacher- no, every MOTHER would dream to have. (Totally 100% a mommy's boy). He's got that vibe to attract grandmas and aunties of all sorts. Thoma deserves all the stickers and he always ends up claiming his sticker prizes first, for being such a good boy. In fact, he is the only kid that eats everything you serve, even the vegetables.
Give him the head pats, give him ALL the head pats (Ayato stares menacingly from the corner). "Whos a good boy? Yes you are, yes yoo are Thoma uuu!!"
In contrast to his master, Thoma was an appreciative, humble and attentive little boy. You found him glued to Ayato's side, performing duties such as carrying his luggage, smiling through the obvious heavy lifting. You feared that he was threatened and sold into child slavery.
Kid!Thoma would definitely be a ship figurine junkie. He'd bring in a new model everyday and held it tightly in his tiny, fat, little hands. It's so endearing to see him during indoor recess, when he drags his toy across the floor, making splattering sounds with his mouth.
"Sshhhhhhwishhhhhh, pow! Bam. Babababababbaammbam!!" he says while bumping two boats together in battle.
Thoma, boats can't shoot elements from their canons.
In art sessions, he drew you a picture of him and you together eating ?dango? (he tried his best, okay?), "This is for you teacher, because I love you soooo much!" HNNNNGG
*Clutching chest and dies of heart failure*
When there would be quarrels among the other kids (Oh the usual, Itto whining over how Sara took his favourite cup), he's the first to call you over. "Teacher said no more fighting, we have to be nice to each other!"
He's such a sweetheart. Thoma would pull in a stool and reach to sprinkle food into the fishtank before eating his lunch. He said he felts bad that the fish had to watch everyone eat while they wait for their turn :(
"Good job Thoma, here's your seventh sticker for the day."
Kaedehara Kazuha
The toddler 1/2
You recalled the day when Mister Tomo dropped off Kazuha on his in daycare for the first and he'd timidly clung to his pants while hiding from behind. He's a shy little one, still is. You had to do a little coaxing otherwise Mister Tomo would have been late for work and stayed in your school for the rest of the evening.
However when Mister Tomo managed to sneak out without Kazuha noticing, he started to cry immediately. It brought so much distress that Gorou felt like crying too. You had to carry him because if you didn't, Kazuha would have found some way and climb over the fence, chasing down the running figure.
It took a long time before Baby Kazuha became comfortable with you. He tends to be very sensitive, especially towards nature. You'd bring him to the school garden every once in a while to show him the flowers. He looked so cute when trying to grab a butterfly, twisting and turning in your arms.
Quiet reading time was when you spent most with the toddlers out of all the kids. Kazuha is the only one to take out a bunch of books but never go through all of them. He'd flip through a few pages before getting bored and moving on to the next. You found him to be an extremely fast learner when it comes to literate subjects.
The way his little smile stretches his chubby cheeks when he says a word out loud. That's it. That's the show.
Kazuha may be a toddler but he's old enough to walk and play with Itto and the other kids. The thing is, he never does. He prefers to quietly play in the sandbox with Gorou. It's a wonderful bonding experience for both of them. Since the day you taught Kazuha not to eat sand to draw shapes and build sandcastles, he couldn't pull away from it anymore. And if you did, he'll start whining.
Likes to play with the pet turtles. When I say play I mean he simply sits there and stares as they watch them slowly crawl on the floor. When Mister Tomo arrived to pick him up, Kazuha asked him whether they can have a turtle too.
Needless to say, he'll have no trouble coming to daycare anymore.
Gorou
The toddler 2/2
Juggling between Kazuha and Gorou was hard, especially when you had to shoo Itto away from petting his ears or prying Yae's hands from pulling his cheeks. He was often dropped off at daycare with a stuffed Shiba Inu in his arms, notably that it was his guardian and good luck charm. Everywhere he went, General Gorou Jr would follow him too.
Since he was still young, you also had to spoonfeed him his lunch. Ah but don't forget to feed General Gorou Jr! You would now be serving two small bowls as his stuffed toy took space on an empty seat. Most of the time it was just Gorou talking to his stuffed animal and you learned many things about his alter ego. From General Gorou Jr's birthday to the way that he liked his bread sliced up.
Gorou once placed his Shiba Inu against your cheek to mimic a dog kissing you indicating that General Gorou Jr appreciated all the work you've done. Totally not lowkey expecting a kiss in return.
It's funny how his dog sense would kick in and he would suddenly become shy about it. One of those moments was where he'll be digging the sand beside Kazuha's sandcastles and burying the shovels that were needed for the process. This would make Kazuha angry and they get into a fight over protecting/digging up the sandbox.
Then there were other moments when a ball would suddenly roll by (Yae) and it would distract him from whatever he was previously doing (ends up having his desserts stolen because no one was guarding it)
"Hehe, teacher did you know that Gorou sleeps while hugging his tail?"
See for yourself. When it was nap time, Gorou was the first one to fall asleep and the last one to wake up. He'd pull up his fluffy tail between his legs, nuzzling against the fur, dozing off into dreamland.
Summary: Emma is forced to let Killian die instead of turning him into a Dark One in Camelot. Canon divergence, but in no way is it better.
Word count: 2 959
Author’s note: Inspired by Hozier’s song In A Week.
This is it. Emma is about to step into a brighter future. And the man she wants to share it with gives her a soft, encouraging smile across the room. It's all she needs to shed any last shred of fear. She raises the broken sword and the dagger to join them in the light.
Then, in just one fatal second, everything goes from hopeful to horribly, horribly wrong.
"Hook, what’s wrong?”
"He's bleeding!"
The shouts instantly pull her attention away from her task, just in time for her to helplessly watch Killian stagger and fall to the ground.
The cursed blades slip from her hands, and she drops to her knees next to Killian. Terror seizes her heart as she watches him writhe in pain and desperately gasp for breath. His hand is clutching his throat and it's already coated in bright red blood that seeps through his fingers and stains the metal of his rings.
“No," Emma croaks out a broken whisper, "no, no, no."
This wasn't meant to happen. He wasn't meant to leave her. He was supposed to stay. He always stays. He's her survivor. He promised. He promised.
“Excalibur was forged to cut immortal ties. A wound from it cannot be healed.”
She can't even see the painful grimace on his face through the tears pooling in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. But it's etched into her mind like a bleeding cut of her own.
She strokes his face gently and lovingly as if it could put him back together. She presses her shaking hand to his on the wound, trying to keep his life from escaping, but it slips right through her fingers. His eyes roll back into his head as he tries to rasp out a few comforting words. He's comforting her. Even now he's trying to make it easier for her. But it only makes it worse. Because God, she's gonna lose him. No. No no no. Oh, God, please no.
“Killian, you have to hold on," she begs him, grasping at the lapels of his coat until her knuckles turn white. "I can't lose you."
“It's alright," he tries to say, "Emma, it's alright."
It's not. It's the furthest thing from alright.
Her future is lying half-dead on the ground and he's as broken as the promise he made. And his face is turning as white as his lies, as all the blood slowly drains from his body. So much blood. Spilling out and drowning every last hope, painting that bright future red.
"No, please no. You have to stay," she sobs. "You have to stay. Come on, Killian. What about our future together?"
“Our future is now," he whispers in a low, tired voice between labored breaths. "Reunite the blades. So I c-can see you destroy the darkness before I g-go."
He's making a dying wish, she realizes. He's saying this is the end.
But this isn't a happy ending. This is an awful ending. This is a gruesome, blood-stained, futile tragedy.
Her true love, her future is laid down on this floor like a blood sacrifice at the altar of some foreign gods, and she has no say in it.
"No!" she cries.
"No?" Regina echoes incredulously.
"Emma, there's nothing you can do," her parents join in.
It's not true. She can save him. She will keep him. Even if it means pouring darkness into his veins and filling his head with demons. But what storm is there that they could not weather together? They can exorcise each other's demons, they can make this work.
They all plead with her not to do it. They tell her it'll come with the steepest of prices. But what price could be steeper than the one she's being forced to pay right now?
Her family is surrounding her on their knees. Her father is stroking Killian's head to comfort him as he's crying out in pain. Such tender care in their eyes, and they advocate for his death.
"I don't care what happens to me!" she argues against their pleas.
"Emma, wait."
"Please. Listen, you can't."
"Emma, your parents are right."
Killian can't even speak anymore. His eyes are clouded and distant and he's choking on his own blood.
How dare they say such things. How is this fair? After everything she's done for them. After everything Killian's done. Is he not family? Does he not deserve better than to be left for dead?
After she was promised as a sacrifice for the greater good on the day of her birth and made to bear the burden of their savior, how dare they tell her to give him up? After the risk she took for Regina and Robin, why can't she take the same risk for Killian?
"I'm not gonna lose Killian," she insists in a hoarse voice. "I won't let anyone stop me."
“No," she hears and the word pierces through her mind like a dagger and freezes her in place. The field of roses she's trying to reach in her mind is forcefully torn from her, and she remains nailed to the diner's floor.
She turns around with desperate fury in her eyes. Regina is holding out the blade with Emma's name on it. Blinding white-hot rage fills her at the sight.
“I won't let you do it, Emma," the Queen says, calm and resolute. "Let go."
Emma’s hands go slack on their own, losing their grip on Killian's leather coat. She glances at him with increasing panic in her eyes. Her heart is pounding so fast she might just die right there, immortal or not.
She's losing him. There's no time. Color is fading from his face. There's a puddle of blood around his head, soaking his ebony hair.
“What are you doing?" she barks out angrily, her voice breaking. She stares at her trembling hands.
"Saving you from making a mistake," Regina insists and her calmness sounds so infuriatingly arrogant to Emma's ears.
"No!" Emma sobs. "You don't get to do that! If you could have saved Daniel... or Robin... Look how far you were willing to go! How far you pushed me to save him! You can't do this to me!"
“I have to. You gave me the dagger, remember?"
"This isn't why I gave it to you!" she screams.
"This is exactly why you gave it to me," Regina counters.
“No! Give it to me. I take it back!"
"I'm afraid that's not happening," Regina shakes her head and takes a deep breath as she holds out the cursed blade. "I command you, Dark One, to let him go. For your own sake."
The command is final and nonnegotiable. It's a death sentence embellished with halfhearted self-righteousness. And there's nothing Emma can do against it. She might as well have her heart ripped out from her chest.
Emma wants to lunge at her but the tiniest of whimpers makes her whip her head around to look at Killian. All fight drains from her and she's left shivering with a cold dread, as her heart sinks deep into a pit in her stomach. She strokes his hair with a shaking hand and cries.
She can't even press her hand against the bleeding wound, no matter how much she wants to, because her own body refuses to obey her, as it's enslaved to the dagger's power.
Her forehead falls on his and she hugs him close, carrying them to the field of flowers in her mind.
“It's alright, Emma," he rasps out so quietly, she can barely hear him. "I don't want... to pay the price. I don't want to become t-that... It's enough... It's enough for me that... that you'll have that future."
"But that's not enough for me!" she cries desperately.
She calls upon the darkness to bring her Excalibur, but it doesn't come. The last command she was given still stands and her hands are tied. She can't do anything to save him.
She sobs into Killian's chest as it slowly ceases to rise and fall. The last thing she feels is a weak, trembling touch on the crown of her head. He uses his last drop of strength and consciousness to gently brush his fingers through her hair and then his hand falls limply at his side.
A loud, broken cry shakes Emma's entire body.
A part of her mind - that feels distant and separated, as if floating above her - is faintly aware of the birds chirping in the background and the rustling leaves, the sun on her skin and the sweet smell of flowers. They're back in the field of roses. Just the two of them...
She reaches for his hand, intertwines her fingers with his and pulls their joined hands close to her chest, over her beating heart. She keeps her eyes closed and snuggles into his side as if they're lying in bed together, in a home they share, in the house he picked.
But he is completely silent. Completely still. She can't steady her breath and he has lost his completely.
She'll never hear him snore. She'll never hear him laugh again. She'll never hear him say just the thing, she needs to hear when no one else gets it.
She wishes he would just say something so desperately, that it hurts.
"Say something, Killian," she whimpers into his shoulder and clutches his hand tighter. "Don't leave me like this."
Silence.
“Come back," she pleads quietly and strokes his face, smearing blood on his cadaverous skin. "Please, Killian."
Birds. Leaves. Breeze.
"You said you were a survivor. You said I didn't have to worry about you."
Not even a sigh.
“Liar," she sobs and holds him closer. "You're such a fucking liar."
They lie there. Like two bodies in a grave.
She can feel him slowly growing colder.
She knows that if she doesn’t get up now, she’ll just bury herself alive next to him. But she has to hide in the meadow, because he has taken off her armor and she can’t remember where it went.
At one point she rolls onto her back to lie at his side and keeps holding his hand, mirroring the way they lay in this exact same spot only a week ago. Maybe they just fell asleep there. Maybe she'll wake up to him snoring quietly next to her. Maybe she'll wake up and his hand will be warm again. Maybe he'll wake her with a sweet kiss and a playful tickle. Maybe she'll open her eyes to see him smiling down at her.
Slowly, she almost drifts off to a light slumber for the first time since she appeared in this godforsaken kingdom. But she can't.
The silence is deafening and the cold is seeping into her bones and the setting sun can't seem to warm her up.
And he's gone. And she's holding a corpse.
***
It takes almost an hour before they find her. They're all devastated and worried sick, but when Regina goes to summon Emma back, David stops her. He saw the look in Emma's eyes when she was controlled with it. They can't do it to her again. Especially not right now.
Henry doesn't say a word. He walks away to sit in a booth by himself, buries his face in his hands and cries quietly. Regina goes to comfort him, but he shrugs her hand off his shoulder.
When he raises his head up, they catch him staring blankly at the puddle of blood left behind on the floor. Someone quickly mops it up. Henry's eyes don't move from the spot.
The sun was just starting to set, when Emma disappeared with Killian. Now, the sky is slowly turning darker and a pink glow bleeds into the horizon.
"Where has she gone?" Snow asks anxiously after a long, stunned silence.
“How would I know?" Regina throws her hands up.
“We should go find her," Snow insists.
“Well, I could just summon her," Regina grumbles, waving her hand with the dagger.
“We said no," David frowns.
"Can you use the dagger to take us to her?" Snow asks.
"I think so," Regina nods.
The three of them glance anxiously at Henry. No words need to be spoken for them to agree that whatever state they'll find his mother in, he should not be there to witness it.
"Henry," Regina approaches him gently, keeping her voice low and comforting. "We're gonna find Emma, okay? We'll be right back, just stay here."
Her son nods slowly and looks at her with raw and unfocused eyes. Finally, he lets her hug him.
Regina doesn't look like she wants to leave but Emma's parents insist. So, she commands the Dark One to take them to her.
They're carried to a place far too beautiful for the sad occasion. In the dimness of dusk, pink petals of a myriad of flowers appear to shine in the dark tall grass, almost like fallen stars. In the midst of all that beauty, they see a chilling vision.
A couple lies in the grass, hand in hand. From a distance it looks like they are sleeping. But the pirate's skin is too pale and his cheeks are sunken and their joined hands are covered in dried blood.
Emma stirs and slowly sits up, when they begin to approach her. There are dried tear tracks on her face and her eyes are red from crying, but the look in her eyes is blank. She puts Hook's head into her lap and gently caresses his face with her knuckles.
David gulps, but he can't tear his eyes away. Snow sobs and covers her face. Regina just stares.
"Emma..." David starts carefully.
She looks at them and pouts, pulling the pirate's lifeless body closer to her chest as if to protect him.
"What are you doing?" Regina asks wearily. There's sympathy in her eyes but not patience.
Emma's eyes land on the dagger in the Queen's hand, and she looks at her in a way that makes even Regina's blood freeze.
"Why did you do this?!" Emma hisses and they all flinch. She doesn't sound like herself at all. "I could have saved him."
"We came here to get rid of the Dark One's curse, not multiply it," Regina crosses her arms. "The whole point was to save you."
"I don't feel saved," Emma spits. "Don't you get it? No one saves the Savior. I just keep paying the price. The price of your curse. Your bullshit."
“This isn't my fault!" Regina argues. "I didn't even have to bother coming here!"
“Maybe you shouldn't have," Emma frowns. "I never should have given you that damn dagger!"
"Emma, please," Snow whispers softly. "Killian wouldn't want to become the Dark One. He spent a lifetime trying to destroy him."
"Come with us, Emma," David pleads. "You can't stay here like this. He's-"
The rest of the sentence dies on his lips. He can't bring himself to say it out loud.
Emma buries her face in Killian's hair and a quiet sob shakes her frame.
Regina pulls out the dagger again.
"Don't make me make you," she sighs.
Emma looks up slowly. Her eyes are sunken, raw and dangerous.
"Regina, stop," Snow interferes with a hint of guilt visible on her face.
"We won't force you to do anything, honey," she turns to her daughter. "But please, come with us."
“For Hook, Emma," David pleads. "You can honor him by destroying the Dark One. Once and for all."
"I am the Dark One," she rasps blankly.
"Don't be stupid, Emma. Are you planning to spend eternity here? Because I don’t think these flowers will drown out the smell," Regina lectures her, ignoring the flare of anger in Emma's eyes. "Finish what you started. Unite the blades and end this."
Emma swallows a broken sob and glances down at the man in her arms - the body in her arms.
There is something absolutely chilling about the way her face goes blank when she finally looks up. Her eyes are vacant and it looks like she's staring right through them.
No, she isn't looking at them at all. A chill creeps up their spines with a paranoid feeling that something sinister is standing right behind them, staring back into Emma's eyes.
"Alright," she says calmly, her voice raspy and hollow. "I will. Give me the dagger then."
All their eyes are drawn to the wavy blade. Regina hesitates and tightens her hold on the hilt.
Emma raises her eyebrows and somewhere between the lines it feels like a threat. All the while, she continues to run her blood-stained fingers through Killian's hair.
It may just be the dusk playing tricks on them, but they could swear her hair is a shade paler than it used to be and her skin sparkles ever so slightly. Her eyes are unfocused and her smirk is sharp.
So I’m really hyped for Sonic Forces... and I got inspired to write a fanfiction for it already. I know it might become pretty dated when Forces comes out but damn it I wanted to write so here I am writing! Anyways hope y'all enjoy!
The City is destroyed, the Freedom Fighters are doing their best to save the innocent lives. As this is going on, Infinite and the Custom Hero have a battle with one big question at the end... Who is Infinite? (One-Shot)
Fire blew through the city, ruble crashed to the ground below destroying the ground and surrounding items. Metallic clangs of robotic feet on the rubble were almost completely covered up by the screams of civilians and car alarms from the chaos playing in the scene. Few were trying to hold the chaos back in order to get the innocent to safety but were slowly losing ground as robots shot them down.
A silver figure with a cyan glow around them floated above the retreating crowd and with a wave of one of their hands caused any approaching robot to halt their approach as the same glow covered them. Soon the glowing bots were lifted and thrown at more approaching bots, destroying both.
A pink figure quickly followed behind with a purple one to take care of the stragglers. Both moved swift and fierce as flames surrounded the purple one as they sped through the bots and set them ablaze. The pink one had a large red and yellow hammer smashing through the bots on their end.
“Eggman’s really upped his arsenal this time, there’s no end to them!” The pink one, a young female hedgehog in a red dress shouted as she threw her hammer through the crowd and quickly pulled a new one out from seemingly nowhere. Her light green eyes filled with a mix of determination and fatigue as sweat dropped from her brow, and her breathing grew heavy.
“Everything ends eventually!” The purple one, a female cat with a regal look to her called back, flames dancing around her and causing the robots closest to them to explode. Despite her calmer demeanor she seemed to be losing steam herself.
“We just need to hold them off till everyone get’s to safety!” The silver one, a young male hedgehog exclaimed as he charged up a large amount of the cyan energy before unleashing it into a large wave shorting out a large group of robots. However the end result had the hedgehog bring a hand up to his head and for sweat to start forming on his brow.
The incoming mass of robots to replace the destroyed ones didn’t help any of them catch a much needed breather as they all had to prepare for the incoming wave. Many of the others that fought to protect were also wearing down quickly from the incredibly large numbers.
Up above on an over looking bridge stood a dark figure that looked to be a crossbreed of an unknown number of species, a silver mask that exposed only the left eye and the long flowing white locks behind them. Every so often what looked like a glitch effect appeared around them as they watched the chaos sweeping through the ruined city.
“I was wondering when you would arrive,” They spoke, their voice had a distorted quality to it. They stood where they were even as a red wolf stood behind them with a blaster pointed right at their back. The wolf held back his fear as he continued to point the weapon at the black Hybrid, who seemed to not be intimidated by it at all.
“So tell me… when did you leave the blue savior and his counterpart? Was it perhaps when you realized they were falling for my distraction? Or was it when my minions started to overwhelm them?” The black being questioned, slowly turning to the wolf. A sinister yellow eye in a sea of red met determined golden eyes.
“More like when I found your junk dropping them off,” The wolf responded, his free hand holding a glowing red cube within the green gloved hand. Said item slowly dissolved into the same glitch effect that appeared around it’s owner. A menacing chuckle escaped them, their eye never seeming to blink but glowed in amusement.
“Well then… tell me are you here to end this war then?” In a blink of the wolf’s eyes the hybrid was missing from their prior spot and panic shot through him even before he felt the clawed hand at his throat. “Or… Perhaps you wish for a quick death instead.”
In an instant the wolf shot his elbow back as hard as he could to hit the hybrid only to meet air and have to spin around to fire his weapon where the glitching being reappeared. The black and white being sidestepped out of the way.
“You’ve improved your reaction time since our last encounter,” the being pointed out even before firing off a blast of energy from their hand towards the wolf, who rolled out of the way. The wolf kept dodging as the hybrid fired five more shots before letting up and presenting the wolf with an opening.
“More like I’m a quick learner.” The wolf quickly shot two rounds of his own only to have the hybrid dodge and start closing the distance between the two.
“Enlighten me then.” A five red cubes appeared around the glitching being before dropping off one robot each before vanishing again.
“For someone calling themselves ‘Infinite’ you seem to focus on a set fighting style.” Switching the blaster over to a flamethrower, the wolf took care of the robots quickly before quickly performing a roundhouse kick behind them to the hybrid that reappeared there. Infinite moved back quickly from the kick before disappearing in a large glitch and reappearing a good distance from the wolf.
“So I’ve made myself predictable. Allow me to correct that mistake then.” Infinite began to float up about three feet off the ground before summoning more cubes around them. The wolf held his ground but lifted his weapon higher, preparing for incoming hostiles… only to get a surprise as the hybrid sent them straight towards the wolf.
Dodging as many as he could the wolf was slowly getting overwhelmed by the sheer number of cube being thrown at him. He had no idea what would happen if he got hit by one but he really didn’t want to find out. Unfortunately… he was about to find out as one hit him and suddenly everything looked different.
No longer was he in the burning city but now he was in a large strange forest clearing. The tree’s were upright, a pitch black color and pointed to a blood red sky with a black sun. Confusion and fear flowing through him he held his weapon in a ready position as his golden eyes combed the area… only to see something white pulling itself out of the grass that looked drenched in blood.
Out of the blood grass came a pure white hedgehog whose form seemed to be rather familiar to the wolf as he took in the stance, the quills that looked like they were swept back by the wind itself and the glowing green eyes within the sea of black.
“M-Mister Sonic?” The wolf stammered, almost lowering his weapon at the sight of the familiar person… but remained on high alert due to the strange look of the familiar face as well as the unnaturally sinister smile that crossed the white being’s face as it stared at him. Soon more white beings pulled themselves out of the ground, many of them being familiar faces to the wolf along with a few he never saw before… but the most horrifying were the ones that looked like him.
“W-What the-” His sentence was cut off when they suddenly began to attack, all screeching unnatural sounds as they began their attacks.
“Have you ever wondered what would happen if you made a different choice?” Infinite’s voice echoed from everywhere above the screeches of the white beings. The wolf was fighting them off as best he could and even using the grappling hook he had in his gloves to avoid them as best he could.
“A different choice results in different outcomes… different realities. Now tell me… How many of them would be bad choices? Choices that lead to one taking a different path.”
A spin dash attack was barely dodged only to be smacked back by a hammer.
“Breaking someone’s body, or spirit.”
A beam of chaos energy smashed into the wolf’s back causing him to scream in pain, even more when a sharp tipped boot spiraled deep into the wound with great force.
“Or… lead to someone’s end.”
A fist with painful spikes dug deep into the wolf’s gut as he was uppercut into the air only to be electrocuted by a metallic figure, then grabbed by cyan energy and smashed into the ground.
“The answer my young wolf… is an infinite number. There’s no end to these choices or results.”
Fire singed his fur and burned the skin underneath, metal stars hit his back right in the wound caused by chaos energy.
“No world exists where no one ever made choices like those. It is impossible, unattainable and unavoidable.”
Coughing blood and feeling pain all over the wolf looked up and saw some of the figures with blood red tears falling from their darkened eyes. Sadistic smiles practically carved into their faces.
“Look around you. Tell me what you see in each of these figures.”
Wincing from the pain and feeling like he was close to losing consciousness his eyes locked onto that of the twisted Sonic’s. The minute he deep into those green eyes the wolf’s mind flashed images of the blue blur being forced to watch as he went up against a large lizard creature made entirely of water. Watched as he was trapped in the endless sea and slowly choking on the water as he struggled to get to the surface… only to be surrounded by nothing but darkness.
It was just as horrifying when he looked at the others… each of them went out in a horrible way, either due to mistakes or even someone else making a different choice that caused their end. None of them were without pain and the wolf felt every bit of it. The young wolf began to black out from the pain… only to wake up back where he originally was in the burning city.
The pain was still there but much more dull now and the wolf’s eyes locked onto the hybrid, who had their back towards him.
“Now… Tell me wolf. Take all the pain you just saw, all the suffering and ask yourself. What’s worse than all of that?”
The wolf watched as the glitching almost seemed to get worse around the hybrid… but through it all his eyes widened when he saw Infinite’s mask in its owner’s hand. Slowly they turned to the wolf.
“I’ll tell you what…”
The wolf’s eyes widened at what laid underneath the mask of his enemy. Through all the glitches it was much heavier on the scarred up right side of their face, but they saw the deep red still surrounding the blinded eye on that one side. There were more scars but there was something missing from the hybrid’s face aside from eyelids as evidence from them never blinking before.
#ID: i cannot get ony out of my head. streamer!onyankopon who’s ur lovely bf.
warnings: the n word comes up a couple times but like why are u surprised
nya note: i apologize for my absence 🫡 here’s my peace treaty
your boyfriend started streaming on twitch about three months into your relationship, something that he imagined he’d just be doing for fun took off into something way bigger. before he knew it, onyankopon had fans from all over the globe, and nearly a million subscribers. by the time you and onyankopon moved in together, one of the extra bedrooms you had in your home became his room specifically designed for streaming.
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a yawn left your lips as you poked your head into the room, ony was streaming. “what you playing?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe. your voice startled him, mostly because he didn’t hear the door to signal you were home. “goddamn, girl. when you get in here?” he asked, pretending to be irritated with you, but his pearly white teeth showed in a smile anyways. “i just got home, you didn’t answer my question.” you replied, holding up your keys and jingling them. “uh, siege.” onyankopon answered, seemingly in a daze but making eye contact with you at the same time.
you walked over to the screens and camera, onyankopon’s eyes following you the whole time. you leaned over to wave and smile at the camera, the chat greeting you just as you did them.
marisosexual omg it’s mom.
onysgf our girlfriend is home
ony’s eyes rolled at the chat, only because everyone was suddenly so nice now that you were here. “nah, don’t be in the chat tryna be nice now.” he said, “y’all niggas was just in here telling me i’m ass.” the chat responded in, ‘it’s because u are’, making him scoff again. “they’re really mean to you for people who consider themselves fans.” you said, holding back laughs at everyone making fun of onyankopon.
“they just think being assholes to me gets them cool points with you, thirsty asses.” ony said with a smile, grabbing you by your hand to pull you into him. “they want what they can’t have.” your lower half was the only thing seen on the screen, and ony’s arms were wrapped around it. he smiled at the camera, putting up one of his middle fingers. “they’re gonna screenshot this and post it on twitter, my ass is gonna be on twitter for everyone to see.” you joked, smiling. “eh, let ‘em see it. it’s nice.” onyankopon replied, returning the same smile.
