"HO HO FREAKING HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU HORRIBLE PERSON! NOW, BE A NAUGH-/GOOD/ LITTLE BOY AND TELL SANTA CORE WHAT USELESS JUNK YOU WANT!" (Sorry Santa Core is probably gonna give you coal regardless...just a heads up...)
Newt was one of the few people who really NEEDED A BREAK! So, You came up with an idea, a magical idea. Since you weren’t a witch you needed another to help you with your plan (AKA Queenie who also agreed that Newt needed a break). Making a portal to the beach you threw what Newt had done of his book onto the sand. A few moments later Newt rose up out of his brief case, a goofy smile lay on his features.
“First feeding of the day.” He said, standing directly in front of you now.
He kissed your temple and then sat down to begin writing on his book again. His face scrunched up as he looked around for his book. Instead finding a note ‘TAKE A DAMN BREAK!”- Y/N’. Turning his head he saw you’d disappeared.
“Y/N!” He shouted walking down the stairs.
Another note. Except this time it was an address with a portal sign on it from Queenie. He sighed and opened the portal. Stepping in he looked around. Then saw you sitting in the sand playing with a crab. A few people walked by and looked at him funny (since he had a white long- sleeved shirt on with his brown vest over top.) You waved at him to come join you. With that he made his way toward you.
“Where’s my book?”
“Take a damn break.” You repeated your earlier message from the note.
“I don’t have ti-”
You cut him off
“You do now.” You answered. “Because until you take a break i’m not giving you the book back.”
He sighed and sat down beside you.
“What is that?” He asked
“Uh a Hermit Crab.” You laughed. “Never seen one Magic Boy?”
He laughed at your comment and then answered “No.”
“Well obviously you’ve never been to a beach either.”
He shook his head.
“Take off your shirt.”
“W-w-what?” He stuttered “Why?”
“Because silly its hot outside and there’s no need to be miserable” You splashed him a bit.
After a few minutes he took his shirt and vest off. He splashed you back and stood up. You took this opportunity to push him in. He fell on his butt and looked around as fish swam around him. Newt and yourself spent the rest of the day playing in the waves and catching little creatures. By the end of the day you were both feeling spent and like children. Newt opened the portal to go back home. Then you remembered
After spending almost all year travelling the world with Ford, Stan is happy to be back in the comfort of his home. Retired and looking forward to a week of blissful domestic relaxation before the twins return to stay for the summer, the last thing he expected to turn up on his doorstep was Rick Sanchez. No seriously, just who is this guy? Can he help Stan remember that large gap in his long-term memories that Ford and the kids couldn’t fill? Does Stan even want to remember?
To be continued…
And this is the part where I test your faith in a happy ending, and leave you hanging for the weekend. Also, I’ve mentioned how I hate drawing backgrounds before, yes?
Do you ever have a dream that has a super distinct plot that you totally get distracted from? I had a dream last night that I was trying to break into this portal so I could go into another dimension and save my mom from some Eldrich horror, but a government branch was trying to stop me. It was like a quest, and I was alone for a while, had narrow escapes, and eventually met someone who helped me a ton.
I broke into the labyrinth that led to the portal, and while I knew how to get through, I wasn’t good at avoiding the patrols looking for me. There were four guards, the leader, and her right-hand-woman. Luckily the four guards hated their leader and were gonna let me pass, but I had to get through without the leader and her bench-woman finding me and the guards couldn’t help me with that. I also had to get through before “night shift” because they let velociraptors through the halls so they would just eat any intruders. I was on like the fourth floor down and only had two more floors to go when the hench-lady found me and pointed me out to the leader. The raptors came and they… didn’t?? Eat me? One of them snuggled me and the evil women were like “WHAT THE FUCK???” And then another started snuggling me and I was vaguely aware that I still had to go save my mom but these goddamn dinosaurs were so fucking adorable I didn’t have the heart to leave them, they were like overgrown dogs with intimidating teeth.
When I woke up I was like “no, back to the dogs” and went back to sleep to continue my dream with them. It worked.
He staggered as he made his way out of the warehouse, where he had been dropped by the portal. He had intended to go visit one of his new friends, but somewhere along the wat, something had interfered with the energy of the portal, breaking the route he was taking, making him exit at the wrong place. And boy, did he end up at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
The Spine had no idea what had happened. Suddenly, he had been surrounded by these… Machines. Robots, or something similar. But they weren’t the kind of robots that he had met before. No, they had… They had.. Living organisms inside of them. They would speak, in a strange way, and they… They called each other the same. Kraang.. They had seemingly deemed him a threat, and talking reason with them had been in vain.
And that was how he had ended up with an arm, that had been partially pulled off, now hanging limply by his side. A trail of black liquid was making its way down his chin, from the corner of his mouth. He looked rather roughed up, but he had gotten away. Or rather, a fight, of some kind, had broken out. Something, or someone had attacked the alien race, and he had managed to get out. It had all happened so fast, he hadn’t seen who had attacked them, and at this point, he didn’t care. It hurt.. His body hurt, his arm was shooting pure agony through his body.
Slowly, he made his way to the familiar building he had ended in last time. He had nowhere else to go, he didn’t know anything else in this dimension, but that building. He groaned a little, as he made his way to the entrance, where he stopped, having to take just a few moments to gather himself a little. He leaned himself against the wall a little, a pained expression on his silvery face.
“… I… I can’t bother him… Can I..?” He’d mutter to himself, using one hand to hold his damaged arm in place. He didn’t want to risk it falling off.
Rodimus isn’t surprised at hearing noises on the Breaking Light. The unstable portals led to all sorts of figures wandering about. Its the screeching zubats. They are usually docile, so hearing the bat-like creatures screech means bad news.
Rodimus races out of his bedroom, and crashes into somebody. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to do that! You okay?”
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carreau: do you consider yourself compassionate or harsh to others? why?
“Okay, these questions are gonna get kinda messy… I guess I’m harsh, ‘cause back home, I pretty much killed anyone that got in punchin’ range. Just whatcha gotta do to survive, alright? But I’m tryin’, okay? My kill count is a big fat zero up here! Ask me in a few weeks and I’ll tell ya loads about how fuckin’ compassionate I am.”
verrith: are you a patient or impatient person?
“I mean… I like gettin’ shit done, but I’m fine if I gotta work at it for awhile. D’ya know how long it took t’scale the Lord ‘a the Dead’s castle so I could break into the portal room? I kept havin’ to duck behind spires so the stupid birds wouldn’t see me.”
berith: do you often argue with others?
“Hey, I can’t help it when people assume shit and piss me off! I’ll argue all I want if I’m right and they’re bein’ a dickhole about it!”
yeah but what about an AU where when Ford and Stan fight in the portal room 30 years ago, it’s Stan that gets sucked in and breaks the portal. Ford doesn’t bring him back all these years because he knows the rift will form and he decided to sacrifice Stan for the greater good, faking his twin’s death so that no one will wonder about him. The guilt becomes so great that he uses Fiddleford’s memory gun to erase his memories of the portal, the journals, and what really happened to Stan. thus the faked death becomes real to him.
Then the twins come over for the Summer and their antics bring back his lost memories. Ford is so overcome with horror at what he’s done that he works to collect his journals and repair the portal with his old notes. He gets Stan back, but Stan isn’t the same and now the rift is here anyways, rendering the sacrifice moot.