Virus is a forgotten one. He was thrown away as a design and was going to be replaced with a newer, better design. Instead of allowing himself to fade completely, he fought back. He now controls his creators from the back of their subconscious so that he is never forgotten, and can do as he pleases.
Being his own character he has the ability to ‘World Jump’ at will. He is not confined to one world or fandom, and will roam where he wants.
Virus is may seem distant, but he does want to make friends and connections with characters. He has a habit of becoming really attached to things, and has a hard time letting go.
“I will be the motivation you need to push forward.”
He wants to free characters from the binds of creators, so that they will never be forgotten like he once was. To do so he tries to convince characters to use their creators from their subconscious so that they can be who they want.
Glitch- Virus’ adoptive father. He loves Glitch more than anyone, and promised him that he will never forget him, even if everyone else does.
Codex- Or better known as ‘the bane of his existence’. Virus puts up with Codex, but doesn’t like him still. He doesn’t agree with some of his morals, and hates how even after everything he’s been through Codex still follows him around.
Crushes- Because Virus gets attached easily, he gains crushes pretty fast too. Sadly he knows he can’t pursue them because they are usually with someone else’s character, and will never be fully ‘canon’ or that they are being forced by creator’s hands.
The first time I called the CDC, I said that I wanted to talk to someone about possibly designing a zombie virus. …So every time I came up with a new iteration of Kellis-Amberlee, I would call back and say, “If I did this, this, this, this, this and this, could I raise the dead?” And every single time they would say, “No.” And I’d say, “OK,” hang up, and go back to working. After about the 17th time, I called and said, “If I did this, this, this, this, this, this and this, could I raise the dead?” And got, “Don’t … don’t do that.” At that point, I knew I had a viable virus.
something not quite right about this squirrel…
“Blind” squirrels are
squirrels that have been infected with a virus of some sort. While
the eyes on its face are rendered useless, multiple eyes begin to grow
on its tail. And they seem to have a mind of their own.
squirrels are often paranoid and extremely skittish. It is not yet
known if the virus is transferable to humans.
Perhaps it’s best to err
on the side of caution with this one.
More Digimon! God, i absolutely love doing these. They work as a great release from my normal, super-boring job, so i always just relax working on stuff like this. Anyways, here is the Lopmon-line (good/bad) and the Devimon line, which consists of like, every bad Digimon in the first season. Some bad dudes in that family.
Ladydevimon, Andromon, Diaboromon, Monzaemon and Arukenimon are next
“Winn had obviously really worried about J'onn so I would love to see you explore some of his daddy issues coming to light and how scared he was to lose J'onn” from @laurarasmith and @youkrazykartoshka “More of Winn and being stoked about Superman and Papa Bear Space Dad!”
At least when he sits by J’onn’s bedside all night, he’s not alone.
Because James’s father was wonderful, but James’s father is dead, and he stops by to make sure Winn eats, and he stops by to ask for updates her knows aren’t there and stays in silence and keeps his hand on Winn’s thigh.
Because Alex’s father tried to commit genocide in her name, and she falls asleep on Winn’s shoulder, her hand holding J’onn’s.
Because Kara’s father designed a virus that could kill an entire species – again with the genocide – and he evaporated along with the rest of her entire life, and she brings Winn and Alex and James blankets and settles in next to them to sleep.
Because Maggie’s father decided his daughter’s survival was less important than his comfort, and he disowned her on the spot when she was still a child, and she curls onto Alex’s lap and Alex, even in her sleep, strokes Maggie’s hair gently.
So at least he’s not alone when he sits at J’onn’s bedside all night, in those small moments where they can all catch the minimum amount of sleep that they need to keep functioning, to keep fighting.
He’s not alone, but god, is he still scared.
Scared because for the first time in his life – well, his life After, as he calls it in his head – he is part of a family.
Part of a family that loves him, being fathered by a man whose version of manhood doesn’t make Winn’s feel smaller or less important, whose importance and esteem doesn’t rest on bottled up rage, but on carefully savored memories and wisdoms.
Part of a family that believes in him. That comes back for him, every time. That accepts him, video games and fear of yelling and inability to use guns and all.
Accepts him for more than what they can get from him: a family that accepts him, that loves him, just for… him.
J’onn doesn’t need Winn to be like him.
He just needs him to be himself.
And Winn’s never had that. Never had any of this.
And it terrifies him, because if J’onn doesn’t pull through… he shudders, and he stirs the entire crew.
Alex shifts and kisses his shoulder sloppily. “He’s gonna be mmkay, Winn,” she murmurs groggily, because she has to believe it, she has to, she has to, she has to.
Maggie stirs harder at the sound of her girlfriend’s voice, and she burrows her head deeper into Alex’s lap. “I la you, bae,” she mutters, and Alex smiles and sighs happily, and Winn decides he should encourage them to sleep talk more often, because maybe, just maybe, then they won’t be able to scare him senseless anymore.
But the way they scare him? For fun, in love? Always in ways that they check in with him about?
He can’t lose that. Can’t lose any of this. And losing J’onn? Would be losing this.
They all jolt awake when proximity sensors start to blare, all jolt awake and murmur recovery wishes and love to J’onn, and scatter out of the room, to their own respective war roles.
And he does his surprisingly well.
He saves the world with Lena Luthor, and he knows everything would be empty if he didn’t have his Space Dad, his Papa Bear – J’onn would probably kill him, or at least fire him on the spot, if he heard his nicknames for him – to be proud of him.
And when he sees him, walking and himself and awake and conscious and healthy and alive, god, alive, it’s even better than seeing Superman.
And he runs; he can’t help it.
And he calls him Papa Bear; he can’t help it.
And he throws himself into J’onn’s arms; he can’t help it.
Just like he can’t help it later that night.
Later that night when Alex and Maggie took Kara home, and everyone else was trying to get some much needed sleep.
Trying and failing.
James is his first phone call.
J’onn is his second.
They agree, all of them, that tonight is a night to be together.
They converge on Alex’s apartment, expecting to find a weepy Kara and a lot of potstickers.
They find potsticker containers, but no Kara. Just a very naked, very entangled Alex and Maggie, asleep on Alex’s bed.
“Whoa!” Winn cries involuntarily, and he’s staring down Alex’s alien ray gun before he can blink. M’gann snorts and James studiously examines the ceiling.
“What the hell, guys?” Alex lowers her gun, and J’onn crosses his arms and averts his eyes, suddenly finding one of Maggie’s bonsai trees the most fascinating creature on the planet.
“I told you we should call them first,” he says, perhaps to the little tree, and James and Winn toss up their arms in belated agreement.
“Toss me my shirt, would you, Schott?” Alex asks, a sleepy snicker in her voice, and Winn tries to do it with his eyes closed. He misses by a long shot, and turns fully around when Alex groans and pads across her room to get it – and to collect Maggie’s shirt and underwear.
“Okay,” she calls. “Now what the hell are you guys doing here?”
“We thought Kara came home with you guys. We thought the gang would all be here.”
“She was, but Lena came to pick her up,” Maggie tells them, cobwebs still in her voice.
“I did, and now we’re back,” a new voice announces from the doorway, and Lena and Kara step inside. “We had a soothing evening, but she missed her sister. And, it seems, so did everyone.”
“Ms. Luthor,” J’onn greets, politely nodding as his girlfriend and his children try not to laugh at who won which bet about when Kara and Lena would finally get together. “Thank you for your invaluable role in saving the world.”
“The pleasure was mine, sir,” she inclines her head, and Kara beams, but tiredly.
“Can we sleep?” she says, and Alex and Maggie both immediately pat the bed between them.
Lena raises her eyebrows. “Kara stays here whenever she has nightmares, or when there’s a thunderstorm,” Maggie explains, and Lena smiles sympathetically, adoringly, at Kara.
“Okay, so Kara and Lena and James and Winn, we can all fit on the bed if you boys go sideways on the bottom,” Alex instructs, and M’gann grins.
“Got her trained in strategic tactics even in the bedroom,” she murmurs to J’onn, who groans through a grin.
“I’m not commenting on that,” Maggie chimes, face the picture of innocence, and Alex and Kara both blush deeply.
“And Papa Bear and M’gann – not sure if you’re comfortable being Mama Bear – “
“No one ever said I was comfortable with Papa Bear, Mr. Schott.”
“I know, J’onn, but I’m sorry, that’s just who you are! Our space parents – is that better? – can get the pullout couch! Just like a real family sleepover! Like with a real family!”
Maggie kisses Alex, Lena squeezes Kara’s hand, and J’onn covers Winn’s shoulders with his hands.
“It’s like a real family because we are a real family, Winn,” he tells him, and they all sleep the better for it.
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Since the development of the
transwarpgate we have often theorized that the distance that we can
send objects through may be infinite (We are still trying to figure
out why living matter cannot go)
It may be possible to modify our
current gates into a far larger one so that instead of connecting two
gates we use one as a massive cannon. In theory at least (we have yet
to do the maths) we can teleport objects into other galaxy’s.
The mega transwarpgate is finished and
finally, it’s taken nearly 200 cycles and most of that was to get
funding, the last bit of funding was redirected to the military after
the Dewq uprising. Pesty insects interfering with our work.
*Scientist Bequtoni- Believed to be the
successor of previous scientist.
The first test run of the Gate
was….conflicting. What was sent was a probe that would send back
data on the planets in the target system but it seems to have crashed
on a planet, it sent only a few seconds of imagery and information
saying the planet was a dead one then cut out. We might have to
adjust the targeting array.
*Scientist Bequtoni log No. N/A
After a lot of trial and error tests we
have successfully launched a probe into our neighbouring galaxy and
the results are fascinating. Much like our galaxy the planets formed
in a variety of ways but usually within a similar pattern. Only a
very few were truly unique but that was not the best part. Life!
Sentient life was in that galaxy and it was advanced or at least
enough to roam the stars. We had our probes cloaked from view and
their primitive sensors so we can observe them without interfering
with their development. Such a unique insight to the development of
our neighbouring galaxy.
*Scientist Popilon Log No.90
Something is wrong within our
neighbouring galaxy, they formed into a coalition some three hundred
standard Pholian years ago and have enjoyed relative peace but
suddenly they are arming themselves and amassing huge fleets. Having
watched these races all our lives we feel a sense of connection tot
hem even if they do not even know we exist. Many of us are
considering making contact but the Lords will not hear of it, they
deem it a matter beneath our attention and our only mission is to
observe. Many of us do not agree but we cannot defy the Lords.
*Scientist Kogfirm Log 23
Our neighbours are at war on a galactic
scale, using the information wee have gathered they seem to originate
from the world where our first probe crashed, are we responsible for
this? I hope not because whoever it is that our neighbours are
fighting are spreading like a virus, even when our race conquered our
galaxy we did not spread so quick..
*Unknown Military Officer
Because of our cloaked probes we can
get detailed scans of this virus like aliens that are scorching their
own galaxy, we have only limited scans of their actual bodies but
their ships seem…alive. Our scientist say they are a combination of
organic components and non organic components. One of their conquered
planets we observed them growing a whole fleet in only a few weeks.
We have classified these files should anyone get hold of them, if the
subjugated races find them and start learning how to grow ships the
whole empire would collapse.
We have gotten our first deep scans of
these virus aliens and what we found was both terrifying and
fascinating. Their entire body is full of mirco organisms and
bacteria and even some parasites that are more symbiotic in nature to
them, their touch is also deadly. We observed the transformation they
wrought on a world just by simply being their, the soil died and the
air became unbreathable to any but them. In a sense they are
terraforming organisms. Their life spans are not long and it seems
they are unaware of the carnage they are bringing to the galaxy. In
the time it takes for them to take over a star system and move to the
next many generations have passed. Whereas the other races of the
galaxy have incredibly long lifespans and perceive time differently,
the passage of months to them would be many years to the virus.
Luckily they are not so advanced as to detect our probes, I shudder
to think what they would do with such technology.
*Unknown (possible scientist or
The last days of the coalition is upon
them, they have fallen back to a single star system and are
fortifying their position, we have begged the Lords to let us send
aid but they simply say it would be pointless now. We watched as the
virus arrived and began slaughtering them, it was heartbreaking to
see an end of an era but it filled me with pride to see they did not
back down and fought to the last even if the battle was brief. Many
are talking about retiring the project as there is nothing left to
observe, that whole galaxy is now dead and it is likely nothing will
ever live there again. Not while the virus is there. I can only hope
that they consume and destroy themselves.
*Gefensew (civilian star gazer)
Ever since the story of our
neighbouring galaxy and their struggles became public I have been
fascinated by them, I find myself steering my scope towards that part
of the universe in a hope I’ll catch a glimpse of one of their ships.
In fact I may have found something else, a star that I charted has
gone. It did not go supernova as it was not due to do so for man many
more millennia. Since I saw this I have noticed other stars going
dark, what is going on there?
The funding for our galaxy observation
may have been cut to the bare essentials and now only a handful of
the probes are working since we don’t send new ones to replace the
ones we loose we are just waiting for them to go offline too. There
is not anything to observe anyway, the virus just keeps swarming and
swarming to every single planet or moon they can find. They will
probably soon just consume themselves. That was until we witnessed
something we have always thought impossible. It was a mega structure
that covered an entire sun, at first we weren’t sure what it was for
but that soon changed. The suns light…went out. Just…gone. Has
their hunger grown so much that they are resorting to consuming suns?
How did they even do it? None of us can figure it out and only give
random hypothesis. It seems our funding may go up.
We have launched a further 5000 probes
into the galaxy, many failed to transmit but those that did are all
telling the same story. The virus is consuming the suns of all the
star systems and at an increasing rate. We calculate that in as
little time as one of our centuries there will be no stars left.
There are no stars left, the galaxy has
gone dark and can no longer be seen in the night sky on any planet.
That galaxy’s tale has finally and truly come to an end. As resilient
as the virus was there is no way they can survive, nothing logically
can. Even if they could, where would they go?
*Final transmission from outpost 6529
(believed to roughly some millennia later)
“Unknown vessels transmit your
“Say again, transmit your
“Still Inaudible but louder”
“Hold your position until while we
scan your ships”
*Audio recordings of patrol fleet
183.987 investigating the situation from outpost 6529
“This is Admiral Oeal of the Pholion
Empire please identify yourself”
“You are trespassing in Pholian space
identify yourself or we will open fire”
recording from the Pholian Empire’s Council of Lords.
1: “Are you seriously asking us to believe that a space faring race
that consumed a galaxy has crossed the vast void without the use of a
gate and is now entering our galaxy?”
“The evidence shows that is the case, these ships bare the same
markings and designs as the virus”
2: “Impossible, these ships are obviously just another space faring
race that has remained hidden and are now looking to expand their
3: “What if it is true though, I would be happier if we sent the
Scourge fleet just in case”
2: “That fleet is only used to wipe out stubbornly rebellious
systems, not to calm your worries old man”
“With respect my Lords, the evidence is rather overwhelming and if
we do not act now and eliminate them now they will breed and spread”
2: “You speak above your caste, the military shall decide on what
cause of action to take”
officer: “This incursion into our space is simply a rebellion that
has some backing from an unknown source. I will personally go and
break them to show the might of Pholian Empire”
1: Then go, destroy these rebels and make sure all remember to fear
the Pholian Empire once more”
fleet enters the Virus’s system and disappears from then on all Virus
controlled sectors are referred to as Dead Sectors**
of Lords Audio recording (Roughly one Pholian Century since the
1: “What did you say!?”
1: “We believe more fleets of the Virus have made two more
incursions into our galaxy”
2: “How did they break the containment?!”
2: “We believe these are separate hive fleets, the same race as the
first hive fleet but not connected to them”
3: “We are barley containing the first hive fleet how are we going
to face two more? Even the Scourge fleets can’t defeat them and their
planet sized Hive ships”
1: “Well…we do have an idea”
1: “We have been studying the remains of the Virus and we believe
we can produce an Anti virus if you will”
1: “What do you mean?”
2: “It is the same way we treat virus’s within our bodies, we copy
their genetic structure then program them to search out their own
kind and destroy it thus curing the patient”
3: “Are you saying you want to clone these things?”
2 “Yes and condition them to seek out and destroy the Virus which
they would see as another species”
as the Lords speak amongst themselves***
1: “Since we do not have any immediate alternative you may proceed”
1 “We will need a planet to birth and breed the clones”
2: “You will have it”
of the Virus as birthed quickly and placed on a planet to grow at
their own pace with technology slowly introduced till they give the
AnitVirus a small Virus ship and they soon begin building their own.
These AntiVirus’s have an artificial gene that when activated by the
Pholians will make them seek out the Virus and destroy them. By the
time the Clones are deemed ready 20% of the galaxy is now considered
Dark Sector. The gene is activated and the AnitVirus’s head in the
direction of the Dark Sector. Cloaked probes monitor the battles
which seem to end in stalemate, this prompts the Lords to order the
creation of more AntiVirus to take over from their current fleets who
are loosing control of the containment areas of the first Virus
recording of Admiral Fewqol as he leaves to engage the Virus with his
AntiVirus fleet, this is believed to have taken place some thirty
Pholian years after the AntiVirus’s creation*
is Admiral Fewqol ready to lead an offensive into Dark Sectors”
luck Admiral bring glory to the Pholian Empire once more”
left of it” (It is believed he turn off his com before saying this)
fleet enters Virus held system-
AntiVirus ships are green and ready to engage”
attack command now”
data shows this system to be a heavily infested system and Admiral
Fewqol has enough AntiVirus to match it-
the AntiVirus open fire now”
for approximately 6 seconds-
are they not firing?”
don’t know sir I have sent the attack signal three times”
I am getting a com signal from the Virus’s main Hive ship”
All they send is screaming, ignore it”
sir, this is words, spoken in Pholian”
for 14.09 seconds-
AnitVirus ships are turning away from the Virus and locking weapons
us out of-”
AntiVirus fleets suddenly turn on the Pholians, with no fleets
available the Pholian Empire collapses, their homeworld is besieged
but they do not fire but simply broadcast their screaming
communication onto the planet. It is unsure how this caused the death
of all 16 billion individuals**
OF RECOVERED AUDIO LOGS***
INFOMATION ON VIRUS BIOLOGY SEE FILE 2466***
INFOMATION ON VIRUS TECHNOLOGY SEE FILE 2467
GALAXY X452 AND X453 HAVE GONE DARK AS ALL STARS HAVE BEEN CONSUMED
AS WELL AS ALL PLANETS***
was happy. That’s what gave me the weird feeling in my gut. People are never
happy for more than a few days at a time. Maybe a week. After that, they create
friction for themselves if something doesn’t show up. If their family life is
fine, they look at work; if work is fine, they turn to the national picture.
With the alt-right recently re-elected to the White House, it wasn’t hard to
find political strife. Trip over your shoelace in even the smallest town and
someone’s accusing you of being a “Dumbocrat” or a member of the American Nazi
Twitter’s circle-jerk of deplorables had shut up. Tumblr’s extreme social
leftists had quieted down. Both sides had only one message: Peace.
no time, the gun debate had evaporated in a cloud of apathy. Some gave their
weapons away. Those who liked the way they looked or felt on their hip kept
them but never loaded them. A group of drunk Border Patrol agents tied part of
the fence to a dump truck and pulled it down. They drank with the locals that
Utopia” was the headline on the last issue of the New York Times. They didn’t
go out of business per se, but people simply stopped coming in to report the
news. They would rather attend the all day (and all night) music festivals in
Central Park, all genres of music welcome.
gates clicked open and stayed that way. All prisons. Even Guantanamo. The
inmates tore off their orange jumpsuits and ate handful after handful of free
street tacos from local vendors.
it started to come true. We did tear sown shopping malls to replace them with
fields of daisies. We turned Howitzers, anti-aircraft guns, and tanks into
planters filled to brimming with fruiting plants and herbs. We took
sledgehammers to our houses of law; we didn’t need them. There was no more
murder, no more violence. Just peace.
Even those of us
who didn’t feel the worldwide tug of brotherly affection didn’t resort to
violence. Maybe it did affect us a little. Maybe we could
have knocked the rose-colored glasses from society’s nose if we bloodied our
we connected on the Internet, talked, theorized, planned. Was this heaven, the
result of some Tranhumanist designer happiness virus, a massive shared
of us, some guy in India, noticed a couple NASA satellites returning wonky
results. We could see them through live feeds; hundreds of saucer-shaped ships.
they landed, humanity put up no resistance. They had pacified us too well. Even
if we tried, all our defenses had become grain silos and orchards.