“I think the Water park is a great idea” Said Jarrah with a smile, it had been a few years since he’d been there but when he was younger it was one of his favourite placed to go and although he hid it, he was almost as excited as the girls at the thought of spending an afternoon there.
“So can we go, Mum?? Pleeeease????” begged Josie
“Yeah Mum, Rah-rah thinks it’s a good idea!!..” Added Quinn
Kinleigh glanced over at Elliott to see what he thought about the idea and was met with a slight shoulder shrug from him as he continued eating his dinner.. She sighed “I guess it’s ok with me, It’s supposed to be a nice day tomorrow, so… why not” Kinleigh smiled as both girls bounced with excitement in their seats before launching into a very animated conversation about what bathing suits they’d be wearing the next day.
Based on this lovely little tweet about Anti and Dr. Schneeplestein
“And I vill see all you dudes, in zhe next video!”
Dr. Schneeplestein continued to look at the ceiling for a few moments before sighing back into Jack’s chair. He rubbed his hands over his mouth and let out a chuckle, feeling rather rejuvenated after that experience.
From the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of a dark figure sauntering its way over to him, the lights of the room beginning to flicker with its presence. He could feel the static air around it pressing onto him the closer it got, making his head buzz with a sort of crazed excitement that left him itching for another patient to dispose of. He tried his best to shake the feeling off and turned the chair to face it.
Flashing its fangs to the doctor, the figure giddily asked, “W E L L ?” Its voice sounded choppy and oddly pitched, almost as if coming from a broken radio. Though it loomed over him and cast him in its shadow, Schneeplestein wasn’t intimidated in the least. His lips quirked upwards in a small smile.
“It vas a lot more fun zhan I expected,” he admitted. The figure let out a high pitched giggle and placed a hand roughly on his shoulder.
“S E E ? W H A T D I D I T E L L Y A ?” it sang. Schneeplestein glanced at the pale hand on his shoulder and frowned, giving its owner a warning glare. The figure, noticing his change in demeanor, removed it from his shoulder and raised its hands in mock defense, letting out another giggle.
Schneeplestein turned to face the computer that displayed the title screen of Bio Inc. Redemption, shrugging nonchalantly. “Vell, as fun as it vas, nozing beats zhe original.” His expression turned neutral as he turned to face the figure once more.
“So, vhat is our next step…Anti.”
The figure, now known as Anti, let an ear-splitting grin emerge as his face lit up at the question. “N O W , G O O D D O C T O R ,” he began, eyes flashing dangerously, “W E B E G I N S T A G E T W O .”
A scalpel materialized in the air next to Schneeplestein’s head, the metal glinting ominously in the light of the ring stand. A wide grin slowly crept its way onto Schneeplestein’s face. He gently grasped it out of the air and turned it over in his hands, relishing in the familiar feeling of the tool’s sharp edges against his fingertips. Anti materialized his own weapon in the form of a knife, snatching it out of the air without so much as a glance. He began tossing it playfully in the air.
“W H A T D O Y O U S A Y , D O C ?” he said lowly, “R E A D Y T O H A V E S O M E F U N ?”
Schneeplestein glanced up from his scalpel with a mad look in his eyes, giving Anti a smirk. “Zhe fans von’t even know vhat hit zhem.”
Anti let out a booming cackle and turned towards the camera that was still recording, flashing it a sinister smile.
“H O P E Y O U ‘ R E R E A D Y J A C K . T H I S O N E ‘ S G O N N A B E A R E A L H E A R T S T O P P E R .”
Have you seen my suneater son. He looks adorable. Also Deku made me cry.. WHY
!!!!! I’ll be really honest here anon I currently have a lot of feelings and 90% of them are about Amajiki picking Kirishimait’s everything I didn’t know I needed in my life thank you Horikoshi I owe you
“I’m always writing because that’s not something I can turn off. The intent is to make it good. That’s a goal of mine right now, ‘don’t finish a song unless it’s great.’ I don’t write 30 songs a month. I write something when it’s great. Right now quality is the only thing I have to focus on. Make something great.”
“Either or both can be arranged. My parties are intended to please all.”
AU where Hannibal is a business tycoon, and Will a business columnist. Both seemingly hating each other’s guts, but secretly crushing on one another. In a ritzy, elitist party thrown by Hannibal, a humble Will looks out of place and lost. And Hannibal comes to the rescue.