#poor turk

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“You know, there come’s a time in everyone’s lives where they have to look around themselves, look at who their friends are, who they love, who they themselves are, and ask. “What the fuck?”

“......”

“....I think now’s my time.”

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BROOO!!!! Go search up "Love calculator" and put in Turkesa and Psyche omg, what does this mean!?!?

“Uh…. Okay… I don’t know why I should-”

“What’s the fucking point of you being in my room anyways?! Get the hell out!!”

“A-and as for you Anon, n-nothing! This means absolutely nothing!”

@psychedelic-beat @milliefeuille

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@spottedwings-psychicdreams

“Wait.... if Mhairi marry’s Gibson... then shouldn’t I call her.... mom..?”

“Eegh... I don’t like that... that just... that just feels.... wrong...”

“So... then should I just.. call Gibson my brother? Like a big brother...?”

“...”

“I really need to re-figure out this whole family thing....”

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Have your I ever seen the Anime Fruit Basket? About a girl living with a bunch of hot guys who turn into particular animals of the Zodiac sign?anyway you remind me of a scene where completely unassuming high school class mates are completely taken a back when they think of their Beautiful Fellow Male class mate in a school girl outfit. Like that is what I feel like Zoltoys is to you with the maid outfit. I’ll try to find a clip or a video to better illustrate what I mean lol

(Funny enough, I have seen that anime, so I actually know what you’re talking about ^^)

“W-what?…. W-well what do you expect from me?! H-he’s… surprisingly cute in a maid outfit…. I-I’m not gonna lie!”

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💤

[[Figured I might as well answer both]]

It was an odd sensation, one Turkesa couldn’t exactly place or decide if he liked it or not. The reptilian noodle known as a snake continued to slither around and up his arms, the teal simian watching with innocent curiosity as the snake eventually slid off his shoulders and back on the grass. Heading back into the forest to where it presumably lived, the small 12 year old monkey rose to his feet as he watched after it with a big smile.

“Sable.. You have to understand, he has to be the failsafe.. The potential we have found in his energy readings show that he’s the only one who could be...”

His ears twitched at the name call, the name of his father, Turkesa looked over to see the black and white monkey he called dad talking to someone more than two times taller than himself. The small monkey tilted his head as his tail loosely made one loop around his waist in cautious curiosity. Yeah in the past he had been scolded at for eavesdropping; but what did these guys expect? They were having a conversation right in earshot! Turkesa couldn’t help but listen in... Especially if it had to do with his family.

“Nobody else in your family would be able to handle the stress of these abilities. Not you, not Kahel, not-...”

“....Huh?” Turkesa rubbed his ears, moving closer as the voice of the individual his father talked to seemed to have gone silent. The turquoise monkey let out a silent huff as he still couldn’t hear the words of that individual; then his father opened his mouth, and Turk’s ears perked up, his father was a much louder speaker, much like him and his older brother, he could certainly piece together what was happening when his father spoke.

....

What?

Turkesa’s eyes dilated in surprise as he could see his father’s mouth move, yet no sounds traveled through the air. The longer Turk tried to listen, the more quiet he noticed things became; the young simian looked at the grass and slammed his tail down, no sound was heard. Turkesa turned and knocked on a nearby tree, no noise was made. Frustrated, the teal monkey turn and ran towards his father.

“Dad! Dad something’s wrong I can’t hear anything!” He began as he ran over, at least his voice was registering. Feet silently planting against the dirt and pushing off, Turkesa reached a hand out to grasp his father’s hand.

Only for him to fall through the figure, and said figure disappear in a gentle ignition of flames.

“..W-wha... W-wait what..??”

Turkesa’s eyes washed over with fear at his dad, or rather the lack of. The teal simian child began walking back over to where Sable once stood, only to grunt as something yanked his arm. Confused, Turkesa tried to walk in another direction, only to realize his legs weren’t listening, neither were his arms.

He couldn’t move, he could feel his heart racing, his breath getting heavier, the boy struggled and strained, feeling no restraints constricting him, yet not feeling any response.

Turkesa’s heart was pounding, his head began ringing, he had to move, he couldn’t see or tell what was keeping him still. He looked around only to see what he called his home fading away to flames and gushes of wind.

“Dad?! Dad!!” He called out desperately, only to scream as pain registered in his eye, as if some unknown force was burning it away. The excruciating sensation only growing in intensity as he could feel his legs burning to the same degree as his eye. Turkesa’s eyes closed tightly as he could only cry in agony at the constant pain that ran through his body. The monkey begging, wishing, pleading for it all to stop, for him to just go back to his dad and everyone else.

Only for his eyes to open wide once again, and no longer was his vision only seeing fire, no longer could he hear the crackling and sizzling that came from the fire. Instead he could hear nothing, and see only the recognizable sight of his dorm room in the Super Robot.... It would’ve been a relieving sight.

Were it not for the lingering, stinging pain that persisted in his left eye.

“Tch..” Turkesa placed a hand over his aching cybernetics; sighing with a somber expression as he turned his gaze off the roof and towards the wall. Frustrated as once again, he had let himself dream, or should he say, let himself see another nightmare..

“...Damnit..”

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Protective Chain

A canon for Turk story about a heart-to-heart moment shared between him and @spottedwings-psychicdreams‘s Mhairi, who gets to be the first to see Turkesa at his lowest. (This story is very Angsty, just letting you know)

Mhairi found herself unable to focus after the events of a few weeks ago; concentration was something that was hard to come by for most. The Otto clone that almost blew everyone up, the uneasiness of the other members, and how everyone was uncomfortable around each other as a result. Now it was not anything too bad, within a few more days time, everything should go back to normal, but that still didn’t settle the alien bird’s nerves.

Mhairi flinched as she accidentally agitated one of her injuries, looking at her bandaged forearm with disdain; it sure made it hard for her to work without really having it take up her mind. The archeologist sighed as the source of her few cuts and bruises rose in her mind; those Formless sure put up a fight, she was just glad everyone made it out relatively okay.

Well... Everyone except a certain pair of monkeys.

Poor Otto, she had thought, the cheerful and joyful monkey didn’t deserve what happened to him. It was cruel, monstrous, even appalling that such a horrible event would happen to one of their most positive and supporting members, even though he seemed to have recovered quickly; Mhairi was sure what had transpired would still linger in his mind for a little while longer.

Then there was Turkesa

To be honest, Mhairi couldn’t see anything wrong with him, emotionally anyway; he seemed so quiet and happy to have his second father-figure back. He talked to the other members as he normally did, and it honestly surprised the Grypharian when Gibson had told her of the monkey’s behavior during the mission. Now, Mhairi had never really seen a genuine angry Turkesa, nor has she really paid attention to how he fights; but ruthless? Cold and intimidating even to Gibson? Now the recklessness she expected, but what had been described to her? That seemed to be the almost exact opposite of how Turkesa behaved, she stopped to dwell on the thought a little longer.

...

Nope, she couldn’t see the Turkesa that was described and the Turkesa she sees being the same monkey. But then again, he did seem oddly too quiet, and now that she thought about it; he did seem to be avoiding Otto a little...

*Thum thum*

The quiet noise yanked Mhairi from her thoughts so suddenly she visibly jumped in reality, her eyes flicking over to the door on the other side of the room. Sighing to calm her nerves, the archeologist began heading over to greet her visitor.

“Coming! I was busy working on-” Her sentence couldn’t find its way out her throat at the sight of the turquoise monkey in front of her. The turquoise monkey who’s leg was strait stiff with the right and left eye lenses in his helmet cracked horrendously –she briefly wondered how he could see–, and his right arm lightly holding his stomach.

Overall, not as bad as Otto, but still looking like he was hit by a truck.

“Turkesa! You shouldn’t be up you dolt, go back to the medical room and get some sleep.” Mhairi scolded, immediately feeling her protective senses kick in. Turkesa made eye contact with the shorter member before feeling a smirk building on his face.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He simply answered before leaning against the wall with the smallest of groans, “Besides, I need a favor.. As you can see the lenses in my helmet are cracked...”

“That’s why Gibson’s here, I only know basic stuff remember? I thought we established this a few months ago that...” There it was, “that...” Ugh, she hatted admitting when she wasn’t good at something, especially when it was in comparison to a certain scientist she absolutely loathed,” admittedly I’m not as skilled as him in this field.”

Turkesa noticed how that last sentence clawed its way out Mhairi’s mouth, and felt a tiny grin grow on his face grow as he watched her. She was so utterly adorable when it came to Gibson, not to mention childish, it was definitely something he found endearing.

But now back to the topic.

“Gibson’s still tending to d-... To Otto, I don’t want to be in the way... besides I remembered you have an extra pair of lenses in here so... Why not? Can I come in?”

Mhairi frowned inwardly, she was right before, something is off about the psychokinetic standing before her; considering her options, the Grypharian let the simian inside.

“Take off your helmet, I’ll only be a few seconds.” Turkesa nodded as he watched the archeologist before looking at his hands and pausing. Why was he pausing, he thought, why the hesitation? Mhairi had seen him underneath his armor and helmet, so he should be comfortable right?... Right?

It was then Turkesa figured he would never get used to anyone seeing him like this.

The click and hiss of the Helmet as it detached from the rest of his armor cut through the short silence. Turkesa letting out a deep breath as his head was free from the protective metal, shaking slightly as the excess fur on his head frizzed out a little. Looking around the room, the monkey decided to sit at a chair while waiting.

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Mhairi paused as she heard a sudden yelp of pain, whipping her attention to the source, she felt the worry fill her thoughts as she saw Turkesa sitting in the chair clenching the spot on his armor that covered his stomach tightly. Sighing, the female found the spare lenses she had before making her way over to the healing monkey.

“Give, it here.” She says softly, Turkesa looking at her curiously, the bright blinding glow that originated from his in-organic left eye causing the archeologist to blink and tilt her head as to see her friend.

“Whoops, sorry forgot- uh... here..” The turquoise monkey looked away with red cheeks –which Mhairi noticed were way easier to notice since he wasn’t wearing his helmet– and handed out the gear that covered his eyes and protected his brain. Taking it semi-cautiously, The archeologist got to work replacing the lenses, glancing at the psychokinetic as this was only really the second time she’s seen his real face. Big green eye, another lighter shade of teal she didn’t know he had, overall, Turkesa didn’t look half-bad... if it weren’t for his robotic left eye giving him a very menacing appearance even if he didn’t want to look intimidating.

A part of her wanted to ask if he could remember what happened, only to keep it to herself as she remembered that well... Turkesa couldn’t recall what exactly happened to him.

Speaking of keeping things to oneself, Mhairi’s mind then to Turkesa’s slightly odd behavior; he seemed too calm, too passive and polite. Normally by now the two would be sending semi-mean quips back and forward, or would be talking about something... Anything, even if it’s just him teasing her about her crush.

A sudden rush of red went to Mhairi’s cheeks as she remembered their last conversation regarding her crush on Gibson, she honestly wasn’t expecting the hug, or the compliments sent her way. Turk had helped her self confidence with the subject quite a bit that day even though she didn’t want to even think about it...

It seemed only fair for her to at least do the same for him.

“So um-... What’s wrong?” Damn it, she didn’t mean for it to come out that awkward.

“Hmm?” Turkesa looked at her curiously.

“I didn’t noticed before, but I do now, you’ve been odd... What’s wrong?”

“Nothing just- you know...”

“Turkesa, you may be good at hiding your thoughts, but you certainly are not good at controlling your tail.”

Turkesa’s face lit up like Christmas, the male looking down to see his tail curled around his body in a very closed and defensive manner. He always had trouble keeping it from telegraphing his emotions, and it was at this moment that he resented Mhairi’s archeologist knack for noticing small details.

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Mhairi kept focus as she finished locking the lenses into place, giving the helmet a once over before gently setting it down. The room was still quiet, the bird sighed as she figured it was time to bring the nice curtains down-

“It hurts...”

Eyes widening, the Grypharian looked over to see Turkesa looking down at the floor, a somber expression detailing his face as he went quiet for a moment longer, before finally speaking again.

“My heart hurts... Every time I look at Otto, every time I think of him.... I don’t want it to... I hate that it does... But it does.... Every. Single. Time. I look at him, and I don’t see the green monkey who makes me laugh and whom of which I called dad, I keep seeing the clone. I keep getting angry, I keep-....” Turkesa let out a sharp grunt as his left eye malfunctioned, the teal monkey’s eyes tearing up as he finally looked at Mhairi.

“A part of me still wants to tear the clone apart, even though I already did and the thing I’d be tearing apart is Otto... I can’t get it out of my head, that damn cackle, that damn sneer, that damn look in his- its eyes as it tried to-.” Mhairi watched as Turkesa’s eyes widened; the simian seeming to realize what he was saying, before he let out a shaky sigh.

“...I can’t call him dad anymore...” The voice cracked, and the tears finally began falling, along with another sharp grunt in pain.

Mhairi watched with wide eyes filled with pity and sadness, her friend really felt this way? For this long? Looking from an objective standpoint, Turkesa seemed to be a little dramatic.

But then she remembered Gibson telling her how empathetic, how open, how emotional Turkesa was during that time he was a child, and while he was way older now; it just clicked that maybe, under all that calm control he seemed to have, Turkesa was still just as emotional, still just as open.

Still just as vulnerable.

“Turkesa.” She began softly.

“It’s not just Otto though; Antauri, Chiro, Sparx, Zoltoy, Gibson- all of them, including you. I-.. I have to stop calling you guys my brothers, sisters, uncles... Fathers...” That was enough, rising to her feet, Mhairi stared down at the sad injured monkey before her.

“Now stop this Turkesa, you sound ridiculous! This isn’t some drama or-”

“This has nothing to do with the clone! Nothing to do with anything that’s happened so far!” Silence suddenly captured the room, Mhairi staring down Turkesa who only stared back with a mixture of anger, anguish, and hatred.

Hatred of which, Mhairi realized to her surprise, was now directed at himself.

“It has everything to do with me, ever since I’ve got here; I’ve opened so much. I started calling Gibson dad within the week, and Otto my dad after a few months, and everyone else followed after that!” Turkesa’s left eye malfunctioned once again, but whether or not Turkesa felt the pain was unknown to the archeologist as he continued his rant.

“I keep giving these tittles of relatives away like I don’t have anyone else when I still have my own family! Whom of which, is still out there, god knows where! And- and I’m here calling you guys my family as if- as if they don’t exist! as if they’re not even alive! and I don’t want that!“ Turkesa placed a hand to his face and took a shaky breath, trying to calm his emotions and his left eye, only to look at Mhairi with just as much emotion as before.

“I can’t... I can’t keep calling you guys what I do, and now cause of the clone I can’t even look at Otto without wanting to tear something apart. And- and imagine, just-imagine what must feel like for him!” Mhairi just noticed how much his voice was cracking, “He sees me as his son, and even he knows the murderous desire I get every time I so much glance at him. And then! and then for me to-”

Mhairi paused once she heard the lack of sound, looking over, she could see Turkesa silently clutching at his left eye, which seemed to be sparking in a fury, before the psychokinetic let out a scream in pain. Jumping at the sound, Mhairi was at his side in an instant, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong.

“Turkesa! How- how do I help?” She asked in an almost frantic state of mind. It seemed luck was on her side, as Turkesa’s pain suddenly subsided enough for him to lay panting and holding his inorganic eye.

“My... My helmet... Give me my-” Another scream released from Turkesa resulted in Mhairi jumping into action. The archeologist quickly grabbing the gear and fastening it on, the head piece reattaching itself to it’s owner; who eventually calmed to simply laying there and panting, hand placed over his left eye lens as the pain finally dulled to a bearable level.

“P-pain suppressant... in the helmet... Apparently it’s... a-always been there...” Was the answer to the question the alien bird yet to ask.

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Mhairi stared at Turkesa speechless; she had never seen him like this... So, down, so low and vulnerable. This monkey that laid before her was just about a completely different person compared to the happy-go-lucky and sassy monkey that she had come to know.

Sitting up, Turkesa stared off into the distance, rubbing his tears away before he finally made eye contact with Mhairi, his eyes sad and relenting.

“I’ll still call you guys my family... That won’t change... But... No more titles... At least not from me... You’re all just friends I call family...” Silence then reigned for several moments before Turkesa spoke once again, Mhairi keeping silent as she wanted him to finish.

“Mhairi... I need you to do me a favor...” The archeologist tilted her head ever so slightly. Blushing a just a bit, Turkesa turned away with the faintest red on his cheeks, his eyes still sad as he stared at the door that led outside.

“I.. I’m an open person... Overly open person... I am overly empathetic, and I care too much.... I make attachments too quickly, and I invest too much in those attachments...I... I understand if you decline... But I’d like you to be my chain, to keep me from getting too close, from investing too much...” Turkesa turned to Mhairi, the latter staring at the former with slightly wide eyes; while the teal monkey stared back with a somber, heart-wrenching expression. His lips curving into a smile that all too well told how much he was emotionally hurting himself.

“It’s asking a bit much, but I’m asking you as family... Can you help me?”

~fin~

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Turkesa stopped at the exit of the robot, turning and looking back towards the main room. It’s been so quiet these past few of days, the teal monkey hasn’t heard from the others that much aside from a few quick pop in’s or comments...

It was starting to get lonely.

“... Be back guys.... going training again...” Turkesa announces quietly on his comm, before then taking his leave.

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((This time a voice line based on an ask I got from quite the perverted Anon...))