#peter fobince

[greenshi]

OC tober Day Thirteen: Burn

“...Prince Francis.”

Peter stood between the two guards who had led him to the castle. They demanded for him by name, dragging him to the palace in the dead of night, unseen by any of his allies. Now, he stared at the royal man in front of him, who seemed...distracted. 

Francis was sweating, eye unfocused and mind racing. His back was turned to the assassin, and his spear was in his hand. 

“...My Lord, we’ve brought the boy.” one of the guards spoke up. This, finally, caught Francis’ attention, making him turn his head just enough to see Peter. 

“Good, good… Both of you, leave. I want to be alone with him.”

“At once, My Lord.”

Both the guards left, leaving Peter alone with the prince. After a moment of silence between the two, Francis turned and dropped his spear, revealing a striking stain of red across his suit and weapon. Peter was frozen.

“You...You were the one who showed me that vision, were you not?” Francis asked, his voice tired, though still commanding. 

“I… Yeah. I can make people see their worst fears, and I showed you yours.” Peter explained. 

“Excellent. That skill of yours will prove useful, I’m sure. It is a good power, a power fit for this castle.”

“...Right.”

Unseen to both men, Jayne hid down the hall, silently listening to their conversation. Her hand rested on her gun’s trigger, waiting for just the right moment. 

“Now, Peter… You and that moot bastard are killers, are you not?”

“...Me and Jayne are assassins, yes. You’ve heard of us?”

“Yes, I have. I admit, I should’ve called you sooner, but, well, this job required my hand. You must understand.”

“Prince...Francis?”

“King.”

“What?”

“King!”

With a sudden rage, tall flames burst from Francis’ hands, lighting up the cold corridor. The light shone off of the still-wet blood. Down the hall, two shadows of fallen bodies come from the master bedroom. 

“I am king. I rule this land! This world! I won, just as I was always destined to!”

Peter took a step back, realizing what Francis had done. The fire shone in his eyes as he wondered what he may have had in store for him. 

[greenshi]

Fact about Ichiko: She learned how to use a gun at 13 as a birthday gift from one of her brothers! Her other brothers were not as happy about this, mainly because they kept getting shot at (accidentally on Ichiko's part, probably on purpose with Ryuta)

Lmaoooo reminds me of my OC Peter! In his world, most people develop powers of some sort as they grow. The age at which they gain these abilities is usually around 6-8, but some start as soon as toddlers. Unfortunately for Peter, he not only got his powers very young, but said power was to cause people (including himself) to see their deepest fear! Unable to control it at such a young age, he was scaring both himself and his family almost constantly. Also fun fact, his current best friend and business partner uses guns herself :]

[greenshi]

OC tober Day Twenty Eight: Rest

Peter was asleep on his desk, again. He laid face first in the piles of loose metal and tangled wiring, his hand still holding on to his pencil. Jayne frowned. 

“Dammit Pete…”

She stepped forward, inspecting him and thinking of the best way to help. She could probably carry him, but that would just wake him up and put him back to work. No, he had to stay there, but she could make it more comfortable for him. She quickly left, returning with a blanket and pillow.

“Alright, slow and steady…”

She lifted his head gently, brushing away his project and replacing it with the pillow. She dropped his head back onto it before reaching around for the blanket. As she put it on him, she happened to glance at his arm. Or, rather, lack thereof. 

Aaron healed the wound some time ago, but that didn’t stop it from being a sore subject for Peter. For weeks on end, he’d been working on a robotic arm to replace the one he lost. That’d be fine, but he’d basically refused to sleep or eat in that time, spending his entire day on the project. 

Though, Jayne couldn’t really blame him. He’d barely spoken in that time, at least when the others were around. What had happened took its toll on him, and this was how he managed. Not that it was healthy, but...at least he was here. That was all Jayne could ask for at this point. 

[greenshi]

OC tober Day Twenty Three: Crumble

The castle’s walls fell easily, as if they hadn’t been standing for centuries. Ivory and brick smashed to the ground, if they were lucky, and within the ever expanding darkness if they weren’t. Francis watched it fall, bruised and scarred and bleeding. 

“No… No, no, no!”

He scrambled forward, towards the only other person in the crumbling room with him. Peter flinched backwards, staring at Francis as he dug his nails into his shoulders. 

“You! You let this happen!”

“Hey! L-Let go of me!”

Peter wretched back, pushing Francis back. He must have pushed harder than he meant to, because Francis launched himself against a nearby wall, hunched over and breathing heavily. 

“I didn’t do this! You...You’re the one who made everybody suffer!”

Francis peeled himself off the wall, clenching his side. He looked, honestly, pathetic. Peter didn’t care, though. 

“You broke our group apart! You hid the cure away until we did your...your murders! You have no one to blame but yourself. You ruined everything!”

“No!”

With one final burst of energy, Francis flung himself forward, spear point aimed at Peter’s chest. With not a second to spare, he moved out of the way, watching at the king sprinted past him and off of the crumbling edge, disappearing into darkness.

[greenshi]

OCtober Day Seven: Power

“So...you’re missing your sister?”

The question catches the blond man off guard. He looks down at Peter, who sat beside him on the short stone wall. 

“Uh, yeah.”

“Was she...lost? In the Vor-”

“Oh! No, no, it wasn’t that.” the blond cleared up. “We, well… It was a long time ago, back when I was a kid. The family had a baby, and it...we couldn’t take care of it.”

Peter raises his eyebrows. 

“You gave her up?”

“Well, we… Ugh. Yeah, we did.” he admitted. “We didn’t want to, but, y’see...our family’s all moots, yeah? And this kid, she didn’t just have a power, but a good one. Came in when she was still a baby too, so she didn’t even know how to use it.”

“But why did you have to give her up? Shouldn’t’ve that been a good thing?”

“That’s what we thought, at first. But, her power...she could make people see terrible things. I still remember the visions she gave me, of fires and snakes and all sorts of crap. I guess she could see it too, because whenever it would happen, she would scream bloody murder.”

Peter paused, hearing all that. He thought for a moment, examining the blond’s face.

“...So what happened to her?”

“We tried to find someone to help us, but they were either all too expensive or would just refuse us out right. We had no choice but to take her to this home out in Vrila. We...We hoped that she could learn to control it and live a better life out there.”

Peter looked down, running through his memories. The blond man saw this, and frowned. 

“I know it wasn’t a good thing to do, but it was the only choice we had. If I could find her, I would, and...apologize. It’s the least she deserves.”

Peter looks back up, meeting the blond’s eyes. He’s silent for a moment, debating if his assumption was true. 

“...What was your last name again?”

“Fobince. Why?”

“What if… What if I told you I knew where your sister was?”

The blond’s eyes lit up. 

“Y-You do? Man, you gotta tell me! You know her?”

“Well, I…”

Peter hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to phrase his thoughts. Finally, he just said it.

“Your sister is… What I mean is… My name is Peter Fobince. And, I’m not your sister, but-”

“Oh!”

The blond cut him off, connecting the dots. 

“You’re my brother! Oh my God, I am so sorry. But, also! Oh my God, I finally get to see you! Hi!”

The smile across his face was massive, though Peter didn’t get to look at it for long before his brother took him in a big, warm hug. And, despite himself, Peter hugged him back. 

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OC tober Day Two: Glass

“Got another chip?”

Xavier picked at his visor absentmindedly, studying the laptop in front of him. Peter’s voice snaps him out of it, however, as he sees the concern on his face. 

“Hm? Oh, uh, yeah. I dunno where it came from, I just noticed it this morning.” he explained. “It’s not too bad, though. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“You realize I’m going to worry anyway, right?” Peter replied, moving closer. “If we leave it, it’ll just grow bigger. Might not even need to remove it, if we do right away.”

“Eh, I’m busy. It’ll be fine.” Xavier said, returning his gaze to the laptop. “Once I figure this out, then we can.”

Peter looked at Xavier, frowning. 

“And when will that be?”

“...Soon. Well, soon-ish. We’ll see.”

Peter let out a sigh, lowering his head onto Xavier’s shoulder. Xavier finally cracked a smile, leaning his head against his. 

“Just let me help you…” Peter groaned. 

“Later, later. I’ll be fine, you saw me before the repairs. Little cracks like these are nothing.” 

“Xavier, your screen was practically falling out. If you came any later, it would’ve fallen apart completely!” Peter countered. “I don’t want it to get that bad again. And you shouldn’t either.”

“I don’t want it to break. I just…”

Xavier trailed off, trying to think of an excuse to not move from his current position. However, one look down revealed Peter’s face, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrow. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, it seemed. 

“...Ugh, alright, fine.” Xavier sighed, closing the laptop. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

The remark was enough to catch Peter, and even Xavier himself, off guard. Peter grinned as Xavier sighed again, a hand coming up to hide the blush on his face.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Come on.” Peter coxed. “You’re cute too, y’know?”

“Shut up…”

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OC tober Day Twenty Six: Costume

Peter Fobince,

Don’t ask how I found you. Don’t ask who I am. Don’t ask why I need this. 

I’m commissioning a costume from you. The reason I’m coming to you, and not a tailor, is because this costume needs a few additions to it. Attached to this note, you’ll find a sketch of what I have in mind, though I am not opposed to alterations if need be. Importantly, you’ll notice some notes surrounding the eyes on the hood. I need those to include some form of nightvision, information display, and most importantly, a face censor. If I put this thing on and have my face seen, or I see someone else’s face, it’s over. 

It’s important that this be done ASAP. You will be paid handsomely, that much I can promise. Just don’t ask where that money came from, got it? Once it’s finished, leave it with Aaron. He’ll know what to do, but don’t ask him anything. If you need my contact for whatever reason, ask him. He’ll send the information my way. 

That you for your time. I expect great work. I’ve heard good things.

- Again, don’t ask. 

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OC tober Day Twenty Three: Revenge

He had lost everything. 

Peter ran through the back streets of Vrila, dazed and confused and bleeding from a fair number of places. His breath came out heavy from his mouth as he struggled to keep moving. A few people turned to look at him as he moved, but none tried to stop him. In these final few days, people stopped questioning such sights. 

As the tears fell freely from his eyes, he finally stopped in a dark, unpopulated alley. He collapsed against the brick wall, allowing the panic to overtake him. He was doomed, this world was doomed, everyone he cared for was doomed, and it was all his fault. It was all his own stupid, stupid fault. 

As he sat there, hands clenched in front of his face, he noticed something. In the panic, in the tragedy, he’d taken something he hadn’t meant to. 

Jayne’s sunglasses. There they were, with a few points of blood across the frames and a crack in the right lens. She had taken them off when she spoke to him, and somehow they ended up in his own hand. He didn’t really care how or why they were there, though. He hugged them against his chest, as if it were a substitute for the real deal. 

The scene replayed in his mind over and over again. The battle, the flames, the flash of the knife. It all went by far too quickly, far too suddenly for such a dramatic impact. And then, it was over, with Jayne in his arms as he hoped without hope that she’d stand back up and run away with him. Instead, he had to leave alone, with no plan and no support. 

“Pete…”

Her words rang out in his head, half remembered. 

“Pete, it ain’t over yet. There’s one more thing you gotta do for me, please.”

In a moment of sudden calm, Peter pulled back his hands and looked at the pair of sunglasses once more. That’s right, he had something else to do. For Jayne, he…

“I need you...to kill the bastard that started this. I need you…”

As his tears dried, he moved the sunglasses to his face, putting them on. The red tint filled his vision, consuming his world in Jayne’s rage. 

“...to kill Francis.”