Remember when I said how Ingo was done dirty in the Pokemon Legends Arceus game and I went on a tangent on what could've happened, yeah? Now hear me out… platonic yandere warden Ingo, the little times he gets to see you you've gotten stronger and stronger. You're clearly dedicated to your work as a Galaxy corpse member and seeing all that hard work get trampled because of something out of your control struck a nerve with him. Also if we were to take into account that one angst bit that I pitched to you some time ago where the readers team gets killed by Volo's, rest assured that Ingo wont take so kindly to any threats aimed at you. I doubt that he would let you go into town without him or his Lady, he's already lost fragments of someone really important to him, he's not about to lose another through sheer ignorance of others.
Platonic Yandere Warden Ingo is certainly interesting!
He’s almost more protective of you than when his interest is romantic. He sees how kind you are, amongst all these villagers and clan folk. You care for even the smallest person, such as himself.
A light like that must be protected.
You can handle yourself in a pokemon battle just fine, sure. It’s something he is very proud of!
But what about people? You are so kind, you are bound to be taken advantage of. It’s only proven true when you are banished from your village by your idiot of a team leader. You were the highest rank, and did so much for the village and the Galaxy Team, only to be tossed aside like trash.
He takes you in instead, and doesn’t let you go anywhere without him. He’s willing to face Irida’s ire if it means protecting you. He’ll even take being banished himself if it means keeping you safe.
Thankfully it doesn’t get that far.
When you are attacked by Beni, it takes everything in him not to strangle the ninja.
But much to your suprise, and Beni’s, he walks right up to the ninja, and slugs him right across the jaw.
“Leave, and don’t come back.”
Beni only sighs, and rubs his chin, before disappearing.
After that, he’s your shadow. If your village leader was willing to send an assassin after you, he’s not taking any chances.
When you are welcomed back into the village, he hardly leaves your side. If he can’t be with you, he asks Lady Sneasler to keep an eye out for you as well. She likes you a lot, so it’s thankfully no trouble.
People learn to leave you be when they see the man following your every step, who you have affectionately referred to as you ‘Uncle Ingo.’
You don’t see how he glares at them from behind your shoulder. Not one of them came to your defense. They are nothing but pests to him that don’t deserve your kindness.
But it would upset you if anything happened, so he only sticks by you as a guard, and as a warning.
The only ones that aren’t receiving his own ire is your little rival, Cyllene, and the professor, who all seemed upset at how you had been banished.
Kamado, however...
After seeing Kamado when you had to save the day, he only held himself back for your sake, since there were more pressing matters at the time.
But now?
Kamado openly avoids you. He nearly refuses to have meetings with you unless absolutely necessary, though you aren’t quite sure why.
You have no idea Ingo paid him a visit late one night, easily sweeping through his pokemon, and pinning him to a wall.
“If you ever do something so stupid like that again, and put them in danger, I will kill you.”
Kamado stares at him with a steely gaze.
“Is that a threat, Warden?”
Ingo tightens his grip on the man’s neck, his Gliscor snapping its claws ominously behind him.
“No. It’s a promise.”
He also has near to no mercy for Volo. Summoning a legendary to smite you down, right after a battle and wearing down your poor pokemon?
Ingo isn’t sure why, but he’s pretty sure that’s against a rule of some sort. So if Volo plans to forgo the rules, so will he. He will battle by your side against the legendary pokemon.
He goes in to give Volo a real piece of his mind, only to be held back by you.
The Warden relents, but silently decides the moment he sees Volo when he’s not with you, it’s on sight.
A fifth employee that got cast out due to their uncooperativeness and radical ideas. They reside deep underground where they practice their craft of welding metal, out of their contraptions they make a stable home durable as a bomb shelter. In their comfort they didn't expect any visitors, especially not the golden glow of the keystone.
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A botanist that acts like Jebediah's and Tricky's peaskeeper (to varying degrees of success). They wear garments reminiscent of the grim reaper and weld a sickle to harvest the crops that they grew in their greenhouse. Is appointed Nevada's official, and only, gardener. (i have a much more detailed version of this but it's like five pages long).
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Daimos isn't the only one that dissented, a young ex agent, throughout knowing each other they build a sibling like relationship. Although they're not in the main SQ crew they're still an honorary member.
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An escaped test subject finds themselves in the middle of a Zed outbreak, they scratch, kick and punch their way through the undead gaining a few scratches and bite marks themselves. Out of the rubble of undead they find Victor who's surprised at their resilience, and immunity.
These are just your ocs aint they ;p interesting ideas tho!
I imagine there's basically an employer for every kind of need, so one capable of tearing up the earth and forging weapons would be plausible. A large and wide figure, a crooked back from hours of clawing at the earth and leaning over a forge, bashing scalding steel to create unbreaking blades.
Bright embers floating from deep orange eyes, irritated to be bothered by someone, someone who somehow survived (re floated passed) all their traps. A deep husky voice, like that of a heavy chain-smoker from centuries of ash inhalation. "You dare to break into my sanctuary? Turn back, lest your body be torn asunder to forge a new blade, mortal."
But when they realise Jeb just wants his sword repaired they're cool lol.
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The botanist is kinda along the same lines as my gal Jack, but she ain't need to play peacekeeper, Tricky becomes a little more civilised around 'the pretty lady.' He has vague memories of her being kind to him when he was still Hofnarr.
Alas the reaper motif is a cool way of taking it, it makes them fit in with the environment a lot better, dark clothing and a massive weapon is all you need to be 'normal' out there. A great and watchful harvester, terrifying to behold, but incredibly gentle.
A starving grunt tries to ignore the hunger pangs, tries to think of anything else, when a dark shape comes into view. The reaper, Stygian, has finally come to claim him, a terrible life with a silent end, how depressing. A basket of carrots and other veggies comes from below the robes. A reaper, yes, but of the grim? No.
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There's 100% some other dissented agents chilling in/around the main SQ base, inspired by a tale of two grunts defying everything and building up a resistance to the boot that crushes the little guy. Sometimes a few clones from a batch dissent, and the rest of the group pays for it, they must all be defective and therefore must die.
Deimos is quick to bond with just about anyone, and with shared history? He's stuck like glue to whoever. Dissenters be damned, right? Well damnation is more fun when you're together.
Having gone through some of the worst torture from his fellow agency men {due in part to being an orphan, and being trans in my opinion}, he'll comfort and reassure just about anyone else who's lived that hell. You got out, you survived the worst, and now you're fighting back. Fuck yeah, stick it to the man.
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Vic would absolutely drag this person to Skinner, or Doc, maybe even both if he can catch them together. If you can be resistant to ZEDs, surely there's a cure right? Where better to start looking than in someone incapable of transforming.
So I got inspired by your afton virus au and made a spotify playlist but then I got lost in the souc of fnaf songs, so expect a lot of them. It's still being edited btw
I bet the young player doesn't wanna be revered as a god, not because they're not one but because of how they have been treated due to the title. Phobos being one of the main causes of their disdain towards the title, it makes them feel like they have to do something, that they have to be something they aren't.
I like to think that when Jeb learns of the player's fear of not holding up to Phobos' standards he, in future monologues, refers to the player as his friend instead of his god.
It seems very logiccal for this type of event to occur. The human would probably experience imposter syndrome and would feel like they aren't really a god. They can't make things appear out of thin air nor change the land. They don't really have the talent to do that. Their powers are mostly caused by a mod that they didn't even make!
So they would definitely probably grow more and more uncomfortable with the title and Jeb would be smart enough to pick up on it. So instead of calling them his god or some other grand title, he just starts calling them player or his friend to even it out.
Phobos would also probably have a major influence on that type of stuff, since he will also make other grunts call player that, which may only further cause discomfort and dysphoria.
Jeb would also probably take them away from the science tower once he actively rebels against Phobos. It's for the greater good of not only Nevada, but also for the Player's sake.
You know, with all the headcanons of the player being a streamer i'm surprised there hasn't been a scenario in which the player shows the boys some fan content made about them, like edits, animations, fanzines and tributes. Perhaps they even show them there own favourite moments from the games they have played throughout the years
THE FUNNIEST THING JUST CAME TO ME.
What if the human had some rather...enthusiastic fans out there that adored their character/avatar so much and it's not really safe for work. (The Player is of age in the AU, so it would be safe to say that they are an adult.)
So they show the guys their community and there's just this one picture that makes the group do a double-take and it's the player's avatar looking rather lecherous. So the boys are just staring at that image only.
Then the player gets embarrassed and explains that some fans like them "maybe a little too much" and the fellas then get jealous...they can't deny the art quality, though. It is pretty damn good.
Still. They wanna beat down whoever made that.
Considering how tough the grunt body is I doubt it's very ticklish if at all, so there's a good chance that the boys have never felt the tingling sensation of being tickled. Though I wouldn't be too surprised if Doc was the one to find out the player was ticklish first with how touchy he would be while doing medical checks on them.
Well, human skin is thinner than the clay-like skin that make up grunts as a whole. So I imagine that feathers and such won't really have an effect on Grunts like it would a human.
Plus, humans can see light going through their skin, which I imagine that grunts cannot because of how thick their epidermis is.
So while they are getting checked out by Doc for any injures or abnormalities, the moment he goes where parts of the human bend, like their neck, back, fingers, and even ears, he would unintentionally trigger a ticklish sensation in the human.
It would also probably be a foreign thing for the grunts as well, since they lack extremities that humans have. Which are pretty sensitive! Like lips (if they have no mouths), ears, necks, arms, legs, ect.
So that could contribute to their differences between humans and grunts!
Idk what it is about me and giving the young player existential crises but i've got some more thoughts about that.
The air must suck absolut ass there, the player can't have a panic attack in peace without the air assaulting their lungs, or the lack of it. The lack of plants would also be a problem, since, you know, studies have shown that people tend to go insane without them. And lets not forget the plethora of new bacteria and diseases the players body would have to get used to. Uncontrollable outbursts leading to the young god tearing into themselves with their nails and ripping open wounds that would grant the bacteria a place to settle among tender flesh and blood.
Now imagine this from an outsider's perspective, your boss and self proclaimed god with the ego the size of Nevada's ever growing body count has given his spotlight to somebody else except him for once. Putting them on the four fronts of his people's devotion. And for the few moments of seeing them makes it clear of what a shell they've become compared to what your boss described them as. Their stature give oway their tired state, like the dark circles around their eyes weren't obvious enough. Matted hair vivid in coolers hangs loseley from their head. If this was the so-called god then you could only imagine how they were before arriving here, and that image was a much prettier picture.
Now, i'm gonna be fair, Phobos isn't dumb, he's an egomaniac sure but he didn't rule as long as he did without a reason. Everytime he tries to help the player when they are in their most harrowing state they lash out, or worse, flinch. Phobose hates the idea that he might be causing them harm, and to further add injury on the wound the only ones that seem to get the privilege of being in their presence are his two top scientists. One of which he already held disdain for doubles as a result. But he can restrain himself, for his god. If those two can postpone the steady decline of the young gods' health then he can proceed with figuring out a way to get them back home. For his gods sake.
But, what if they can't go back, what if (for whatever reason) they just can't go home, all of that work, all of that effort, for nothing. Their whole body feels heavy, it drags them down till they are a pile of imobile limbs. Now the tears start to fall as their silent cry soon turns into sobs of despair. They scream, claw and thrash at what they can get their nails on, clothes, floor, skin. It isn't till they start bleeding that someone tries to help them, a mistake. In reaction to being held, the young god latches onto the person's hand with their teeth, hard.
Hofnarr and Jebus (who were there at the request of the player) view the failure of the machine as not only an incompetence with the Auditor but the agency as a whole, if they can't help the player then who can. and duse they go back to being the players rock, emotionally, physically and psychologically, because there seems to be no one better than them. Though that begs the question, is the Auditor's inability to help because of their lack of power, or because the employee doesn't have something the player has? Was it the players absence of the project that led to it falling, and what would happen if they were… Perhaps they can't go home but that doesn't mean they can't go to other games…
Listen, I'm just saying, I think Minecraft would make for some great therapy, especially with a shaders pack installed.
Yeah, I think Nevada would be very hard on a young player and such...or just humans in general.
Since we aren't made to survive such harsh environments! That would be such a challenge for all of the madcom bois to try and combat. It's easy to fight something physically, but fighting something mentally or emotionally is a totally different story!
this is tHE THIRD TIME IV HAD A DREAM ABOUT HANK, where the fuck do i begin, just like the first one it was me and him in a romantic setting, we wer on the couch making out, i saw us both in third person and there was this heart above me. Then i break the kiss for a moment, give him something and then go back to making out, a second heart pops besides the first one and i dead ass think in the dream “its like <3 times two” LIKE HFDUJFGNKLHEUO, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS KNOWLEDGE!?
Just a few days earlier I had a blast imagining Hank engaging in a cheesy, lovey dovey, lady and the tramp style romance with the reader, IN COMBAT! Him offering a grenade to his lover that they then proposed to chuck over to a group of agents, blowing them up in a heart shaped explosion. Him sweeping them of their feat so he can traverse through the multiple bodies that they previously massacred. Hank visualizes a montage as his lover hacks and slashes through enemies in a rose tinted hue, accompanied with stars and hearts. It's so distracting that he doesn't notice that he choked the agenda he had in his tight grasp to death, he just loves this person SO, MUCH! And the best part is that they do this nonverbally, they're just so in tune with each other they might as well be one, they're each other's equal.
Like, HOW the FUCK would his teamates react to that… also more on that second dream.
Yet again I'm in third person in a desolate area until six beams of light all in different colors appear in a half circle, as the light departs six people stand in their wake, Me being one of them. We discuss who can do what but we all seem to be unable to do it due to our jobs. With that we depart, or at least five of us do, I stay behind with what I presume to be my bodyguard, Hank, who was with me the whole time. We exchanged a few words with each other, me talking more so than him before he picked me up, and that's it (also my light was cyan).
Not much to say about that.
Sounds like you had a pair of wild dreams while you slept! XD
