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The kokkiris are eternal children right? Imagine that because of that they don't have baby teeth so they stay in that way. But the day that little Time lost his first baby teeth after he hit his face hard while playing, he started to freak out and even Saria did. They went to talk to the Deku Tree and the Deku Tree trying to calm him said something like it was a superpower and that it will grow again (he had enough with Time not having a fairy, the Deku Tree couldn't slip more things that will show that Time was a hylian, that would be later).
And then the Deku Tree talked to the minish and they took Time's tooth and left a red rupee (and yes I'm using the minish and not fairies because in latam we have a mouse and not a fairy and it makes more sense with the lore XDXD).
Time after seeing the rupee was so excited and happy. But thank the goddesses that after being on that seven years sleep he learnt it was a hylian thing and not a superpower because then he would be taking his teeth to get more rupees or he would be so careless he would had lost a tooth xdxd.
But it's funny the thought that maybe it took a while to learn that, so imagine teen Time toothless xD (in my family, we used to call that gap a "little window of happiness") so Time with a little window of happiness dhsvgdbfhd
Idk I'm just rambling after remembering that Jojo did a drawing of baby Time toothless xD
Also, do you think the kokkiris used little leaves instead of band-aids? xD
I have had this Link OC idea forever and now I finally have put it together!
More lore if you want:
So yes, “Forgotten” is Link and hold the Heroes spirit (though through his trauma and rejection of it, it’s very weakened).
He used to be the green, blonde, hylian hero who defeated Ganondorf and brought peace to all. But his second adventure was facing the Queen of Hyrule (not Zelda), who sought the Sheikah’s power.
Note: This takes place somewhere between Hyrule Warriors and Breath of the Wild (keeping it vague on purpose), but the Yiga and Sheikah have split but the Yiga haven’t yet gone to the dark side. Think of it as they’re two different tribes of the same race, each with their own culture. Yiga are nomads who bring peace in all the land, Sheikah develop technology and live in Kakariko.
Forgotten’s time was changed and is still being messed with by the queen. More on that, later.
Forgotten is loyal to the Queen (or else…), and takes on the dirty things she wants done (assassination, spying, gathering information). I mean he’s great with a katana.
Was taken in by the Queen at 13 years old, is now 23 years old.
Intro:
Short Story covering my "Nobody's Fool AU" which is about the Prototype escaping after Theo set him free (left Theo and Poppy behind). After being set free, Ollie decides it's time to go back to where is all began, before Ludwig and to the man that picked up the hammer.
Warnings: implications of death, death, violence, giving the Prototype a sister that's not Poppy.
Word count: 2,461 words.
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It's been so long, yet he's sure he knows where he's going. Maybe. He did take a wrong turn a few trees ago.
It's been 48 hours since the escape and his reality is still dawning on him, but it's been 13 years in that purgatory and there was only one thing he knew he'd do once he got out.
Get the revenge he deserves.
He doesn't bother hiding from the streetlights.
Strange to be able to walk for long without hitting a wall. Strange to see trees, rocks, road, the night sky... Who knows the last time he saw the real world... 13 years, but who's counting.
So far he's been able to avoid people, thanks to the factory being so far away from the town but now he's in the next town over. His hometown.
He stops in-between two streetlights.
A car drives by, slightly swerving--maybe just a drunk driver. He remembers many of those. He remembers many things.
The tri-colored clown turns his head.
Taylor Way, house 256. Old shack looking like it burned because of how dirty and rusty the once white steel siding is.
His old bike is still in the front yard. Cigarettes in the dirt and on the concrete.
Strange that the smell is the same. Ash and alcohol stink.
Again strange... nothing ever changes.
Though, he wonders if his other family members have changed. Mother never cared for him or his older sister, Jane. Jane...
Jackie-Jane Bray was her full name, conjoined names just like him. Oliver-Jack Bray. He hasn't been called that in a long time.
Elliot Ludwig, his adopted father, probably never knew that was his full name.
Jane always called him, OJ but called him Jack-in-the-box when she felt playful. How ironic that it was now.
His amber eyes stare inside to the one lit light.
The Jester gloves slip off and the mechanical claws beneath click together. He's kind enough to tuck them in his coat pocket but woe to anyone who's on the other side of his claws.
He's taken the balls out of his bells years ago, so he won't be noticed if he turns his head.
So many years of planning. Plan #1 is to charge in screaming ready to kill him!
No, too loud. Neighbors could call the cops and Playtime could find him.
Not to worry, the child has thought of many other plans...
Plan #2 sneak in and break his neck... him.
His voice-box makes a childish giggle. He steps low to the ground and a grasshopper jumps out of the way.
Amber eyes peak in. It's too dark to tell who's home, but by memory he knows he's looking in the living room. The orange light flickers every few minutes, coming from the kitchen connected to the living room. A silhouette pacing from under the light.
Him.
The Prototype's claws click with anticipation.
The backdoor will be unlocked, it always is. Dad has to smoke. He has to drink. He reminds himself.
He heads around the house and tries to stay clear of dead leaves and windows.
Suddenly a dog barks, deeply.
Ollie flinches in surprise and his back hit the back of the siding and lucky for him, his soft clothing keeps him from making noise against the rust.
The dog continues to bark and again luckily, the dog was behind a wire fence.
It growls and bares it's teeth.
Ollie holds his breath and is ready to retreat back but the neighbor yells and curses at the dog who whines and hides inside his dog house.
At the same time, the open window directly to his left shuts closed and cuts off the frustrated sigh.
If he'd been any closer, he'd been caught.
Okay... okay... we're fine.
He ducks under the window and continues on in Plan #2.
Peaking around the corner, he sees the man. Same beer belly, same bile smell to him--older than before but same cursing under his breath about who said what, or what happened when.
Nonetheless, Plan #0.1 was that he'd be dead before he came home. Not a plan he wanted.
He walks inside without closing the door.
John Bray was his name. A man who gave into every bad decision and knew no consequences.
He used to be a construction worker but after being fired years ago, he lives here until death itself comes knocking.
Or... consequences come clicking in.
He thought he heard a mechanical noise, but a slow turn and there's nothing.
Just the curtain on the outside door waving in the midnight breeze.
John turns back to the wall.
He married a lady like him, many years ago, she gave him two kids both of them didn't want.
Some days he wished that the boy, who had his brown hair, would jump in the road and a car would fly by. No worries--CPS took him away.
He wishes his daughter would hurry up and get over that boy. Oliver this, Ollie that. He was just a kid, nothing more than that.
He heard a childish giggle.
"What the f--" Something knocks him back and into the tiled wall behind him. His head hit the window seal hard.
His heart beating irregularly and his eye make their way up only to see a tri-colored clown.
"Shi--" He's cut off again as the clown goes to stab him with its sharp claws. He's able to duck, then grab a discarded McDonald's cup, a fork, then a screw at the clown who giggles again.
Is that child's laugh coming from that clown?!
The clown grabs and squeezes John's arm, breaking it, before pulling John close to his porcelain face.
An unnatural, cartoonist smile, with amber eyes unblinking... it stares at John momentarily.
John swears he could feel breath come from its mouth, heat and anger in this unnaturally tall human(?).
The terrible father cries in pain as the pain in his chest and in his arm increases. The clown doesn't care and throws John into the rotten cabinets of the kitchen.
The Prototype laughs at the misery he's causing.
"Finally. I can get back at someone!" His voice box still sounds like that kid from 13 years ago.
John holds his chest, and feels his vision slipping, but he won't go down without trying to fight this demon clown.
"Do you know how long I've waited to do this?" He pauses and takes one sliding step forward. "You sent me to purgatory! Even before that, you beat me! You dragged me by my hair and 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝔀 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮!" His voice changing pitches, it's a glitch he can't help.
Just like that night, John grabs the hammer in the sink and holds it out.
Ollie gasps slightly and takes two steps back. Those memories returning and his hands pull away.
But no, seeing his blood father weak on the floor, there's nothing he needs to fear.
The Prototype smacks the hammer away. "I'm not ₜₕₐₜ ₗᵢₜₜₗₑ ₖᵢd anymore! ʏօʊ ƈǟռ քɨƈӄ up that hammer 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖 all you want I... am going... to kill you!"
Mechanical hands grab the man's throat and tighten. Tighter.
John soon passing out, and though glaring at him, the Prototype doesn't notice--lost in thought.
I'm doing it, I'm doing it! I'm finally getting what I deserve!
There's movement in the corner of his eye and the Jester thinks it's someone else and he twists around and his arm goes straight into... a mirror.
Crash! Clink... Clink.I His metal hands went through the mirror and into the wood on the other side, but it's the reflection at shocks him.
There's blood on his hands. Father's blood on son.
Just. Like. Him.
Ludwig.
Ollie will never forget the feeling of the needle sticking, beating us... tear at flesh... Ludwig never felt a thing.
No sympathy, no mercy.
Ollie remembers Ludwig giving him encouragement after a painful surgery.
He also remembers what Sarah Ludwig asked him. Elliot's wife. She was always kind to him.
...
"Ollie... are you a dog?"
"No."
"Then why do you act like it...? A dog attacks every time it's scared, violently biting, scratching, tearing... are you going to be a violent dog, Ollie?"
...
The dog outside begins barking again. Relentless, deep, violent.
Ollie looks back at John. Unsure how to move.
I'm not a dog. I'm not Ludwig--I'm me, and I want to kill him.
Plan #3? Stab his artery, let him bleed out. No.
Plan #4! Break every bone in his body? No.
Plan #5?! Experiment on him just like you were?!
Or...
Ollie's fingers tighten again around John's neck and there's no pulse.
Plan #0.1... he dies on his own. I'm not the one to do it.
Ollie stands up straight and his father is limp in his arms. Already cold and dead.
He drops him. No satisfying grunt.
"What do I do?" He's unsure why that's his first question. It's done. It's done what's done, it's done!
No. No! Why didn't he do it when he had the chance?! There's no peace in his mind. Now there never will be. How could this happen again?! First, he wasn't the one to kill Ludwig, and now he couldn't even kill his father?!
At least I'm not a killer!
That doesn't matter! Ollie takes a step back holding the side of his head.
His reality finally set in. He's still that boy. He's still scared, he's still weak! He's still alone.
There's a click before the boom.
A buck shot went right into the Prototype's left arm.
Like a ring in a microphone, the Jester stumbles back, entering the living room and the darkness.
The shooter entering the orange kitchen light. A grown woman with black hair and an insomniac face. Her face is full of fear, yet anger.
The thick hole already healing itself and his clothing being the only sign he was shot.
His left hand clicks as each finger regains feeling and shoots out and hits the gun away.
Mother. It has to be her.
She did her due. Now maybe he can kill her.
He grabs her and throws her into the white tile, knocking the wind out of her.
"Bye, bye." He giggles in his kid voice and his right hand flexes into a sharp point.
I won't think. I'll do. I'll do it!
The dog next door barks again. Again. Again. Violent dog. Dog.
Wait, this isn't Mother... Ollie tilts his head like he didn't try to kill her. His right hand resting on where tile meets the carpet of the living room.
"Jane?" His voice asks, sounding like that boy again.
Jane's brown eyes widen, then she grabs the hammer by her father's corpse and rams it into Ollie's hand beside her.
He screeches again, the light in the kitchen flickering.
He backs away and goes behind the cough as he holds his hand.
Jane coughs, as she catches her breath, then grabs her shotgun and cocks it again.
He meets her eyes, then like a mouse, he darts away and out the front door.
As soon as his feet touch outside, another shot goes through his chest. Boy can she shoot.
He stumbles forward and hits the asfault.
Coughing up blood doesn't worry him, the wound already is fixing itself.
Ollie slowly stands and looks back as Jane cocks the gun again.
"What are you?!" She demands.
He huffs, how does she not recognize him?! Surely she could try and feel that it's him right?! "Why are you hurting me? Don't you know what he's doneｔｏ ｍｅ?!" Ollie's hands clench then throw down. "You're just like him! You pick up hammers and hurt me?! ɨ'ʋɛ ɢօռɛ through so much just for you to try and ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ?!"
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I thought of an idea where THE0 would end up, in some crazy hypothetical, in the Fate of the Followers factory. So...here is what would happen...
"Greetings, my dear. My apologies for taking my time. I needed to do certain...tasks beforehand."
"Lav? You're ready to go? You seem pretty insistent on being a hunter again...."
"That would be correct....I'll take my lor--- Oleander. We'll be heading out right away."
"If you...say so. Just, Lav, please be careful. Run if you're in danger."
"...Of course, I will, I'll make sure Oleander isn't in any danger."
"I'm talking about you..."
"....Of course."
Because THE0 has the ability to warp his form to anything he wants via control of the powerful red smoke, I imagined him to replicate the look of Lavender(the Theodore in his world). Afterward, all it took was waiting until Lavender was alone(it took a bit with his lord always present), and then knocking him out to take his place as "Lavender". Any toy that was there would be dead instantly, and Lav wouldn't expect a bunch of hands to grab hold of them from nowhere.
Due to the assistance of the Doctor and AU plot convenience, the red smoke that THE0 administers is strong enough to impact the brain of the Prototype(similar to Servant Turned God), which allows the Prototype to see the illusion version rather than the actual form.
" *Gasp* Oleander~ your hands, they're so cold and sharp, just how I remember them. Just how I liked them. You were always careful with them, especially when you didn't want to hurt me accidentally. Truly a showing of love. Yes. Love~ Could I hold them, for a little longer? If I may, my gratitude would be everlasting~."
"Oh...that is_Fine. Go ahead, Lavender. I like holding your hand, too_"
(I think he might've breathed in too much of that mutt's smoke. Guess I don't mind him being this way...for now. It's kind of nice that he wants to keep a grip on me....yet....there's clearly something wrong...those eyes...they remind me of my own. I don't...like that. That might need to be fixed. Yes. I'll later talk to Lavender about that...)
Of course, it wouldn't be...too difficult to tell as THE0 stuck with a permanent smile and Oleander can easily tell that "Lavender" is acting unusually happy, given the predicament.
However, the Prototype's first thought wasn't that a different Theodore took Lavender's place; he thought "Lavender" was going insane by the factory, and the Prototype was helping keep him safe, making him much happier and touchy.
THE0 would still have his absolute loyalty to his lord, and although his true loyalty is to his specific lord, to THE0, all Prototypes are equally important.
Upon interrogation, once the others start deducing that this isn't Lavender, THE0 is more willing to attack. He still counts everyone else as heretics, even if the Prototype is technically working with them, because he can tell they're not working with him for genuine belief, but necessity because of the Doctor.
"No matter the version, I've always found you, 1172, one of the prettiest heretics. Despite your heresy, I've always found us to be equals. Two loyal servants till the end. If anyone were to understand me besides my lord, then it'd be you, Kissy Missy...it'd always be. No matter what Poppy or I did, your loyalty kept continuing....and that was the part I knew you were the best of the heretics. You were weak, couldn't act, couldn't spy, didn't bare her teeth until the last moment, yet you had a strength of devotion. That devotion is what makes you, ME. That is why we're similar, and frankly, why I'm most upset that you never joined me where I came from, 'Flower'..."
"U-Ugh...L-Lav....?!"
"I'm afraid he is somewhere else right now. You're looking at my lord's faithful devotee, Flower. "
THE0 has a bit of a playful, darl obsession regarding Kissy Missy in Servant Turned God, loving to test Kissy's devotion toward Poppy, and in turn, projects that onto Flower. THE0 targets Flower first because he knows that getting rid of the Angel would break morale in the group and get rid of an ally of Poppy. Huggy would also go beserk soon, so if no THE0 is caught, Huggy would most likely bite the heads of any nearby Safe Haven toy as long as Doey isn't present(which is something THE0 could set up).
"L-Lav . . . ? Ack---*rasp*"
"Hrk-- L-Lav...what are...you....S-Sto--"
"Shh~ It's going to be okay, Flower. It's going to be okay. You'll soon meet the heaven's embrace."
THE0 is a lot stronger physically than most would expect. Due to his forms, many think of him as a weak child/doll-like body, but because it's actually Catnap, THE0 has the strength of a Bigger Body, aided with mechanical enhancements from the Doctor...again.
"Stay...away...from HER!"
*Bang!*
"Hm...!?"
Unfortunately, for THE0, Lav was around and wasn't too happy about THE0 hurting his friends.
"You seem to have woken up quickly...I suppose it was my mistake not executing you. Figured...my gut told me you'd be the most dangerous, other me. You can SEE me. Oh well...."
THE0 kept Lavender alive as a potential bargaining chip, but Lav woke up and, with the help of Bell, escaped, found a different gun from a different office to shoot THE0.
Because Lavender is immune to the red smoke, including THE0's, Lavender could properly see what and where THE0 is, so a clean headshot on the projection is a clean headshot on the physical body.
"Normally, I do not like to show my real body. It is....distasteful. I've not had the time to spruce myself up for this moment. Alas, we shall continue, my lord, and I'll make sure to hold your hand all the way through, for you and I, I have declared, shall be always together."
"It's always been about you and me, my lord. Just that. Just CATNAP. Just THE0."
"Let go of me before I rip your head off...faker..."
"Threatening me with your touch, my lord~? It's almost like you're flirting~? I would love to feel it, but I cannot commit to my duties when I'm headless, but it will not kill me. So, if you truly desire my own head, then my own head I shall deliver~."
"What the...hell_are you? You are not Lavender. Not anywhere close."
"They call me the new judge. Hell's Prince. The Lunar devil, so filled with love that it makes me unable to feel anything else, especially any bit of pain from you. If you want to rip my throat out, then I'd invite you to it. Your anger, your hate, is all fair to me, but it does not change my devotion for you've made me, my lord, and I am eternally grateful~. What I am is simply a monster filled with love and passion, all for you~."
Once THE0 revealed his true form to the Prototype, it was a...bit awkward. Catnap turning into the "God" of the factory forced him to make some adjustments, such as one being actualy style, so he opted for the priest/cloak-like look. He now stands on two legs instead of being on four, making himself appear as tall as the prototype.
The Prototype had met an even bigger freak than he is...and now he's truly concerned. A giant, skeletal, cat-like servant is obsessed with him to a degree that the Prototype can't deal with.
Just finished reading your As My Own AU and the whole time I was like: Prototype need those square things on wheels. If you don’t know what that is, it looks like this:
Imagine him zooming on this.
What do you think? How would Spirit react?
LMFAAOOOOO
Honestly that'd be pretty fun for a while, and Spirit might even be amused by him zooming around on this ...
Until the kid fails to like stop himself falling down the stairs with it and then he never wants to see that piece of plastic again, while Spirit tries VERY HARD to be polite and not laugh their ass off.
I see you like the baby prototype model. How would your As my Own Prototype react to Baby Prototype? I already know that the Baby Prototype will lazer him in the face, right? <3
It'd go somewhere along these lines I think hehe..
He wouldn't really be a fan. It'd be like introducing an older cat to a new kitten, I fear. :33
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