#slider drabble

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“handle the ick” [Matt]

Slider had this horrible habit that when he was deeply focused on a task, he could be handed quite literally anything and he'd just sit there working one handed and hold it. It was Jackie that discovered this and the Cybersquad thought it was hilarious. They'd tried everything from lamps, to digit, to their own hands, to a hot bowl of soup. Slider calmly held it all without notice or care.

This time however, he'd been deeply concentrating on a mini techoboard which was extremely touchy and required his full attention. He didn't mind however that his friends were messing around and chattering away in the garage at the same time, he simply ended up zoning them out usually by accident.

Matt threw the basketball he'd been holding to Jackie who threw it back as the Cybersquad simply relaxed for the day at Radopolis. He hadn't meant to, but Matt threw the basketball up trying to show the girls a new trick he learned only for it to smack something on a shelf making it fall, and instinctively, Matt reached out and caught it. Looking down, he pulled a disgusted face the second it had touched his hand. It was a rather cold, slimy, and extremely old sandwich. It most likely got placed on the top shelf to be out of the way but then ended up being forgotten... For who knows how long. The girls had crept closer to look at what it was only to recoil with disgust. Slider glanced around desperately but seeing no Garbage can turned towards Slider. "Uh- Sly? Where should I put this? I want it out of my hands like yesterday." He cringed, looking a tad grossed out.

Unfortunately for Slider, the only words that processed was his name, and putting something somewhere as a question. Thus, without looking up he held out his hand for whatever the thing was.

Matt blinked and looked at the girls who were shaking their heads and giving him a warning look as a slow, mischievous smile crept across his face. Letting the thing ooze from his hand onto Slider's they all waited, eyes on the Borg to see if he'd still not notice. Slider noticed.

Sparks shot from the technoboard as Slider had flinched as the texture of the sandwich hit his hand making him press down on the board harder than he had meant to. His head whipped over to his hand in horror as he looked between Matt and the decaying sandwich with growing disbelief and horror. His face twisted slightly is disgust as the food seemed to slightly melt into his hand. The garage was deathly quiet as Slider stood up, walked to the back door of the garage, open it revealing a backyard leading to the mountains and woods, and watching in awe as Slider launched that food hazard as hard as he could over his fence and into the woods. Whirling around he promptly walked over to the sink and started washing his hands before heading back to his seat and sitting down. He pointed a finger at Matt with a small chuckle of disbelief. "What was the grossest thing I've ever felt in my life, never do that again dude." Before picking up his tools and restarting on the board.

The girls shot Matt glares as he washed his hands. "Matt that was SO gross!" Jackie scolded looking a little sick.

Raising his hands Matt shot Slider a grin and shrugged. "Okay but in my defense, I asked where to put it and you put out your hand! What was I supposed to do?" He grinned, making the Radster snort and roll his eyes good humoredly.

Shooting Matt a mischievous grin, Slider tilted his head. "Yeah Matt, that thing felt so old it could've been Hacker's sandwich." Matt pulled back in horror and went to wash his hands again with a groan, prompting the others to laugh.

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Injury souvenir — WF au if that’s ok

Wayward Father AU!

Slider lay relaxing against a grassy Hill, eyes have closed as he soaked in the sun on solaria. One eye quickly opened at the sound of someone approaching, but was quickly closed again. With a smile on his face, Slider waved, "Heya Mari! How's it going?" He grinned at the little orange parabo.

"Hi Sly! You just hanging out waiting for Hacker?" She asked plopping down next to him contently.

He gave a nod and hummed yes before giving a stretch and sitting up. As he stretched his hoodie lifted slightly so his lower back was seen, and on it a thick, white scar that disappeared up his back.

Mari gave a small gasped, and without thinking reached out and touched it, making Slider just slightly and whirl around to look at her in confusion.

Mari gave him a sad look and gestured to his back. "Sly... Your back! That huge scar! Is- did Hacker..?" Before she could continue Slider snorted and shook his head adamantly.

He held his hands out, "Woah, Mari! I'm totally okay! I swear! All healed! Just a bad crack in the old cosmetic frame from a run in with this total jerk. Literally shoved me backwards making me hit my back on a rock. But like I said, no big deal." He waved off her concern before giving her a grin.

Mari frowned at his story. He always seemed willing to share about his life but yet somehow was vague at the same time. Giving him a sigh, Mari held out a finger and waggled it at him. "Alright, but if you're hurt and not telling me-"

Slider laughed and shook his head, holding his hands out as a sign of innocence. "You'll be the first to know, now come on! We're on Soleria! Let's go do something fun!" And with that pulled his friend towards the beach.

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“Haven’t seen ‘em” (Slider hiding one not a cat cat, Morgana?)

Slider picked up the finicky cat and chuckled, scratching behind their ears. "Hey kitty kitty, you hungry? I've got some food for ya! Kickflip can share this once." He chuckled carrying the cat into the house and then his room and closing the door before setting them down. Pulling out a bag of cat food, Slider poured a bowl for Morgana who sniffed it with distain.

It was then that Slider heard the front door open and his eyes widened in alarm. "Ohhh no. I'm not supposed to have the animals inside, uh can you like- hide under my bed kitty?" He asked Morgana desperately to which they suddenly seemed very interested in the food and not hiding at all. Slider let out a groan before hearing his name called out by his father, coop. "Coming!" He jumped up and pointed at Morgana with a desperate look. "Please stay quiet, please?" Before closing the door behind him and facing his father who was already giving him a bemused smile.

Coop looked from Slider to the door behind his son that Slider was holding closed and raised an eyebrow. It didn't help that at that moment Morgana decided that they would not be told what to do by a thirteen year old, and stuck their paw under the door and start yowling. Wincing slightly, Slider shot his father a guilt smile.

Crossing his arms and giving Slider an amused look he chuckled. "Slider? Are you perhaps hiding a cat in there despite knowing you should not be doing that?" He raised an eyebrow and gave him a look.

Slider winced before making a face despite the yowls coming from behind his door. "Nooooo.... What? A cat? Haven't seen... Any cats around um.. around here! Heh..." He failed at lying.

Coop now looked rather unimpressed and pointing at the kitty foot swiping under the door. Slider glanced down and winced again. "Ohhhh THAT cat! I uh- ugh. Please can I keep them? Just for a little?" He would try to beg his father with a smile but ten minutes later Morgana was released to do as they please outside.

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“Haven’t seen ‘em” Teddy!!! 👀

Teddy belongs to Moecartoons/Hero of Cyberspace and uses he/him pronouns!

Slider had opened his door one rainy Saturday Evening to find Teddy on his front step, soaking wet, upset, and apparently running away from home. Was there anything else he could do beside let the werewolf pup inside?

Before Teddy could explain himself, Slider had sent him to the bathroom with a towel and a borrowed dry sweatshirt while he made them a few sandwiches. When Teddy reappeared he looked much better, if not a bit embarrassed, and wearing one of Slider's iconic red sweatshirts. Slider patted the seat next to him and gave his friend a smile as he sat down glumly. "Sooo... Why are you running away?" Slider finally broke the silence as he pushed a plate of sandwiches towards Teddy who gratefully took one.

Teddy made a face of frustration before letting out an annoyed sigh and flopping back against the chair. "Ugh! You should've heard her Sly! Ms Kenzie was just being her annoying self and she kept going on and on about obligations and then had the gall to get mad at ME when I made a promise for an interview like- whose the star here? And so I told her I can do whatever interviews I want and she can't control me and we argued about that so I left!" Teddy sniffed, crossing his arms as he slumped in his seat.

For his part, Slider quietly listened along with a serious expression, nodding along at the right parts before frowning in thought as Teddy finished. Finally he gave the pup a slightly confused smile. "So are you quitting being a popstar? I thought you loved it?" He brought his knees up and rested his chin on them, steadily staring at Teddy with an easygoing expression.

Teddy pulled back slightly looking alarmed and waved his hands frantically. "No! I mean I do! I mean-" he groaned again before sliding down his seat even further. "I just... Needed a break darling." He gestured vaguely with his paw making Slider slowly nod.

Giving Teddy a smile, Slider shrugged. "Well you're welcome to stick around here for as long as you want, my pops is out for the week on a job for Motherboard, so we have the entire house dude, you can sleep in my room if ya want, I know it's probably smaller than you're used to though." He shrugged but was stopped by Teddy launching himself at him, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! And your room is fine! Ahhh! I promise you won't even notice me!" Teddy beamed at Slider who chuckled and hugged the pup back with a grin.

That night while Slider was fast asleep on a mat on the floor, Teddy was staring straight ahead at the ceiling, apparently it's hard to sleep when you're laying in your crush's bed, in your crush's room, with said crush a foot away from you, but eventually he must have dozed off.

Slider was up before Teddy, and was making pancakes for the two of them when a quiet knock sounded at his door. Opening it up revealed Ms Kenzie looking only a tad stressed by the twitch of her tail as she stared Slider down. "Hello again Slider, I'm here to pick up Theodore from his sleepover, can you please tell him I'm here to pick him up?" She calmly asked.

Slider was however, incredibly loyal as well as a terrible liar. So he simply stared back up at her with an empty smile and shook his head. "Sorry, he's not here, haven't seen 'em." He coughed at the end, breaking eye contact with a wince.

Ms Kenzie simply looked over his head and raised an eyebrow. "So you're telling me those aren't his clothes folded over on the chair right there? And you seem to be making an incredibly large amount of food for just yourself." She pointed out making panic flash across Slider's face.

Deciding to double down, Slider shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a fan of his... fashion! thought I'd make myself a.. pair?" He tried looking like he didn't even believe himself before adding, "How rude, maybe I'm just hungry." He nodded, pursing his lips as his lies continued to flop.

Raising a single eyebrow, Ms Kenzie couldn't help but point out, "So that isn't Teddy standing in your sweatshirt behind you? Mmm- my mistake." She smirked slightly.

Slider whirled around and made eye contact with a frozen Teddy who was guiltily holding a pancake with a bite taken out of it.

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HEY CAN WE GET A DRABBLE ABOUT WHEN SLIDER REALIZED HIS POPS WAS GONE. I JUST THINK THATD BE REALLY FUN ::::::))))))

OHOHOHOHO- Yes you can >:)

Eight year old Slider grinned to himself as he skated home, the sun slowly setting behind him. He'd finally mastered one of the jumps he'd been struggling with and couldn't wait to tell his pops and- he shook his head. His parents had gotten into some sort of fight causing his dad, Hacker, to take off for a few days. He wasn't worried because his pops wasn't worried. He was sure everything would work out.

When he reached his house he flipped up his board and paused with a confused expression. The house was dark and still, with no lights on or people to greet him. He shrugged before going inside, he was sure his pops had just run on an errand and forgot to leave a note, or something along those lines. Slider simply turned on the TV and watched some random show that was on for a distraction. He wasn't really suppose to use the kitchen, especially before dinner so he didn't ruin his appetite. His pops usually was the one making dinner at this time, but Slider didn't mind eating late.

He tried not to let the bad feeling in his stomach grow when hours later his pops still wasn't home. Grabbing his home phone he dialed Coop's cell only to hear a buzzing from the laundry basket. Slider frowned before hanging up. He glanced at the clock, it was hours past his bedtime. Slowly he dialed his dad's number and listened to it ring, and ring, and the voicemail box wasn't set up so he couldn't leave a message.

Slowly, Slider poured himself a bowl of cereal and headed back to the couch. Every creak of the house had him staring at the door. He was sure his pops would be home any second now. He would not entertain the thoughts swirling through his head that doubted his pops. A few hours later in the early hours of the morning Slider passed out curled on the couch.

As the sun warms his face, Slider jerks awake. "Pops?!?" He called out, hoping it was just a bad dream. Only silence answers him. Normally he would be eating breakfast by now with his pops but the thought of food only makes Slider's stomach turn so he doesn't bother trying to eat.

The couch becomes his safe spot. Perfectly in view of the front door and garage door. His pops will come in any second he repeated to himself for the 50th time that day. He tries to swallow some leftovers but ends up throwing them up. He stays on the couch watching the door for three days, passing out in sleep every once in a while when his body couldn't handle staying up anymore.

On the third day a neighbor knocked on the door. Slider had been asleep and when he heard the knock and rocketed towards it stumbling over himself to open the door only to burst into tears at his neighbor's appearance. This had to be some dumb joke and he'd laugh about it when his pops got back. He doesn't laugh when he has to fill out a missing person report for Control Central.

As time goes by Slider doesn't stop looking. People are nice enough in the beginning. He continues looking for clues and asking, and people start to get tired of it. Slider feels like he's the only one still looking for his pops and it frustrates him. A kid at school makes a comment about Coop leaving Slider on purpose and Slider just snaps. He and the kid get into a fight. It's not the only one. Slider starts gaining a reputation of being the bad kid. He gets into fights with both adults and other kids.

People aren't so nice now and rumors follow him about which father he actually takes after. He starts cutting off people and sees them as a waste of time and a bother. He splits his time between skating and searching for his pops. This view of people only gets worse until he meets the Cybersquad.

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⭐⭐⭐

Slider sighed contently as he laid back onto the roof of his car, turned slightly to look at his friend Matt who was laying next to him. They'd spent the day saving Cyberspace once again, and the girls plus digit had already returned to their homes. When Slider felt hesitancy from the boy Earthlie about returning home he invited him to hang out, and to his enjoyment, Matt had said yes.

"it's kinda weird how you don't have stars and other planets here." Matt commented gesturing generally towards the sky, making Slider snort.

"Stars and planets...?" The Radster raised an eyebrow, not fully understanding what he was talking about.

Matt turned to him looking slightly exasperated but mostly gleeful at realizing he knew something that Slider didn't. "Back home on my farm, when it's dark out and you look up you can see millions of bright, twinkling stars and planets in the sky. They're all throughout space and pretty cool to look at during the night." He tried explaining.

Slider tilted his head and hummed in thought, a small smile on his face. Pointing to a glittering shape in the sky Slider laughed, "Gollywood is looking pretty twinkling tonight." He nudged Matt, grinning as the boy laughed and gave him a push back. Pointing to a strip of code floating through the sky Slider beamed, "That's the Coded Belt! It's the main fabric of Cyberspace, always moving as it continues to write itself as each day goes by." He pointed at a deep blue, pulsing light in the sky. "Control Central, no matter where you are in Cyberspace, you can always find it in the sky at night." He had a soft, sleepy smile on his face. "I don't know about stars and all that but we have some pretty cool stuff to see at night in our skies too!" Turning to look at his friend, they made eye contact with a grin.

Matt turned to look back up at the twinkling Cybersites and code. Cyberspace was always surprising him, but this was a nice surprise. Gently punching Slider in the arm Matt gave him a tired smile. "Thanks for showing me this Sly, I needed this after this long day." He quickly got an arm punch back as the Radster grinned at his younger companion.

"Anytime dude, and maybe one day you can show me those twinkling stars you're so fond of."

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language! (The swear in question? ... DUNCE BUCKET! )

Slider's head whipped around with a startled expression as he heard Molly shout across the playground as she fell. He let out an audible groan. There was no wonder where the small monster got that rude word from. Ignoring the stares of several startled parents, Slider sighed and walked over to Molly giving her a firm look. "Kid..." He gave a warning, "We don't use that word, it's very mean and people who say it are mean, you don't wanna be mean do ya little dude?" He asked slowly with a raised eyebrow.

The small zombie in question frowned slightly and shook her head. "But... Bosh.. Says!" She insisted stubbornly making Slider want to groan. Giving Molly a firm shake of his head, Slider looked a tad sad. "And sometimes he can be a bit grumpy can't he? Saying those words helps him become grumpy. You don't want to be a big, mean, grumpy monster do you?" He paused waiting for her reply.

Molly seemed to consider his words with a small frown before shaking her head. "Oh.... No's....." And looking slightly upset.

Slider beamed at her reply and ruffled her hair. "Good answer little dude. Now if you promise not to say it again I'll totally get you some ice cream after this, fair?" He stuck his hand out and Molly excitedly high fived it.

"Icesh Cream! Yes!!" The little girl squealed excitedly, making Slider laugh, before tugging at his hand towards the swing. "err- you push Molly?" She asked, lighting up in delight as Slider grinned back.

"Course I will little dude, but no more bad words!" He chuckled following suit to the swing set.

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"Do you know what time it is?"

-CW Alcohol use mention- 🍺

Slider had just fallen asleep when some bangs on his front door startled him awake. He sat up with a frown and glanced at his clock to see it read 3:23 am. The loud knocks came again and Slider slowly crept from his bed to grab the metal bat that leaned against his bedside table. Creeping towards the door, he caught sight of a tall figure through the living room window, they seemed to be leaning heavily against the door frame. Was this person hurt? Was it a trap? Flipping a switch, light flooded the front step making the figure let out a yelp as they covered their eyes and stumbled back slightly. Taking their confusion to his advantage, Slider opened the door with his bat at the ready, only to stop as he realized who it was. "Onceler? What the- why are you banging on my front door at like three am dude?!?" He frowned dropping his bat to shoot a judgemental glare at the man. The two could go back and forth annoying each other for hours, but Slider preferred those hours to be in the daylight.

The Onceler lowered his arms to squint at Slider and waggled a finger at him as a stumbled to the side slightly. "Shhhhh- is that really how you greet customers?! What if I had been a high profile.... Guy.... You could've lost some great business!" The man blinked, trying to keep his thoughts in order.

Slider gave him a blank, unimpressed look. "If they're that businesses savvy I would hope they would show up during actually business hours." He grumbled, rubbing tiredly at his eyes now that the adrenaline was leaving his body. "Seriously though, what do you want. If you came here just to annoy me, I'm closing the door in your face." Slider grumbled, crossing his arms.

The Onceler blinked and swayed slightly. "Yoooou Radsters know how to throw a party.... But I need a ride home now, and you do cars." He grinned as If Slider was the solution to his problems.

Slider wrinkled his nose. "I'm not a taxi service, and I don't borrow out cars, besides you don't look like you could drive anyway. Here, I'll call you a ride, what's your address?" He looked up at the towering man expectantly, pulling out his phone to punch in the destination for the ride share. Adults we're absolutely hopeless, and the Onceler showing up wasted on his doorstep was only helping to reenforce those ideas.

The Onceler frowned and put a hand on his temple while he used the other to steady himself on the doorframe, towering over Slider. "It's.... It's... 1432... No wait- 1724.. Ah- I don't, I can't think right now." He giggled slightly making Slider groan before glancing behind him.

"Fine. You can stay here but I'm charging you like a million snelfus, got it?" Slider groaned, stepping aside to let the Onceler inside.

Ducking under the doorframe, The Onceler stumbled inside and looked around with slight disgust before Slider groaned again and pulled him down the hallway and gently pushing him into a bedroom with a large bed, and otherwise empty and unused beside several photos of a brown haired man in a blue beanie with slider at several different ages. Flopping onto the bed, the Onceler immediately kicked off his shoes, threw his hat and coat at Slider, and startled to get into the bed. "You- that's smart, charging people.... But you should've added interest and- and gotten it in writing." He hiccuped slightly before smirking at Slider. "I- I have much to teach you." He chuckled making Slider roll his eyes.

Putting the hat and coat on a chair by the door, Slider flicked off the lights and shut the door. Adults were so useless. Heading back to his bedroom across the hall, Slider was sure the morning would turn out to be awkward and a bit hilarious once the Onceler realized what happened.