Axolotle_with_a_Knife

Has your best friend ever asked why you don't like their partner? My best friend was genuinely curious about why I didn't like their partner, and then turn around and got pissed off at you and starts defending when I started telling them what I don't like about them.

Like, huh?! They ASKED me for my opinion, and then got pissed off when I stated my reasons. How are you gonna get angry at me for not liking them when you already know?

And then they pulled the, "you're my best friend, you just have to trust me and think about what's best for me and how I feel" card.

Oh, look! Another oc of mine (I might make her my persona) that I've decided to upload.

Sooo... Anyone else ever had a Star Fox OC?

Because I do!

Meet Pike Gaskill. A member of Star Wolf and I kinda... Sorta... Yumeship her with Wolf.

Anyway, this is a doodle basically. Drawing guns is hard, drawing hands is even harder. Still learning anatomy. First try with drawing a character posing. Basic background. Blah, blah, blah.

First time posting my art! That is... clearly unfinished.

The reader's gender is not specified so anyone can read. Dividers made by @uzmacchiato

Okay, so here was the plan. 

Graduate high school.

Get into a good college.

Get a good job

Move out.

And make your parents proud. 

Or at least that would have been the plan. The superficial future your parents had hoped you would pursue, they expected you to be super successful in life just like your older sister. Because Lizzie was so perfect, not like she was hiding some of that forbidden sugar in her room. But no, you were the problem child. It’s not like you didn’t want to do anything with your life, you did, you just didn’t know what. Your grades were average so you didn’t get scholarships to some Grand College or University. Even if you went to community college you’d have to come up with money on your own thanks to your cheapskate father. The only places that were hiring were fast food restaurants but you were deeply introverted and can crumble under pressure. To put it short, you were lost. Heartbreak High and Friends lied to you about how exciting life is when you didn't know what to do but go with the flow. 

Here you are, cooped up in your room full of posters, clothes strung about that you refused to pick up off the floor and an unmade bed. So what? It added charm. The only time you left your room was to use the bathroom or to skateboard to your local super mart for snacks and microwavable ramen. You refused to leave the confines of your personal space as you were on a strike against your parents. Beforehand, you and your father got into a heated argument about your future and yet again you were compared to your sister who was enjoying the show at your expense, and your mother being the ever so level headed woman she was, tried to moderate the whole thing but didn’t really come to your defense. She’s tried many times to talk to you through the door, but you wouldn’t budge. 

You were still in your room when they decided that instead of communicating with you, your dad would rather blow off steam with a vacation. Which meant you would be stuck at home with your dreaded older sister who your parents just love to praise, and she wouldn’t let you forget it. Whatever, you thought to yourself. They didn’t want to meet you halfway then why should you put in the effort, so instead you resorted to playing one of your all-time favorite franchises, Buck Thunder.

Unbeknownst to you, your mother and father had finished packing, nearly walking out the door. “Oh, I don’t know, Tom. I just don’t think we should leave while they’re upset,” Your mother sighed heavily. Tom mumbled in dejectedness, “I tried talking to them, they just don’t listen.” Lizzie rolled her eyes, Right, because you have such a great track record of communication… 

Your older sister wasn't a stranger to your parents behavior. Before you reached high school and you only worried about more simple math problems and barely gaining a crush on some random classmate, Lizzie was the one to bear the brunt of your parents' high expectations. “Lizzie, get good grades, if you wanna get into a good college,” “Lizzie, be a good person if you wanna get far in life,” “Lizzie, you’re a big sister now, you have to set a good example.” While she did enjoy your misery, that didn’t mean she didn’t sympathize. The difference was she succeeded in getting into college, once she left, she wouldn’t have to worry about her parents' constant judgment. How unfortunate for you though. 

But as soon as her parents left for their vacation, she had something special planned. Lizzie planned on going out with one final boom to kick off summer before she started the fall semester, and you start your impending doom with mom and dad.

When they were halfway out the door, Tom still looked back expecting you to stand at the end of the stairs and apologize… And he would apologize as well. You both would forget the whole argument even happened in the first place, and perhaps you would like to go on vacation with him and your mother too. Both you and Lizzie would tag along and you all would laugh and have fun as a happy family with absolutely zero problems. Just like the good old days. But alas, you weren’t standing at the end of the stairs. Instead you were still hauled up in your room choosing technology over family and he would be reminded while relaxing on vacation. Well, no matter. You wanted to stay mad, then fine.. He straightened up and walked out the door with a huff, leaving just Lizzie and his wife, “Lizzie, you keep a close eye on your sibling. Make sure they don't cause any trouble, alright?” 

“Okay mom, I will,” with her arms crossed Lizzie grumbled, “I doubt the dork will actually get into any trouble at all.” Kathy actually bothered to hug her daughter. “Oh and if they do leave their room, make sure they read the note I left them.” 

“Alright, I will,” can either of you leave any faster, Lizzie thought to herself impatiently.

“Okay, baby,” her mother gave Lizzie a quick peck on the forehead, “I love you. Stay safe.” 

Lizzie watched until finally her parents backed out of the driveway and left. She let out an exaggerated sigh before she broke into a smile. Excitedly, she raced up the stairs, calling up any and all friends in her contact list. 

In just a couple of minutes, it would be time to throw the biggest summer bash of her life!

In the year 2000 he saved the earth. Now he's back from retirement…

To save outer space. 

BUCK THUNDER

XENOSLAUGHTER

You were too invested in your game to bother saying goodbye. Buck Thunder and his divorce attorney needed your help with an alien invasion, and you weren’t going to stop until you finished the game. You’ve been planning an all night binge since the game came out. Your fingers expertly moved across your keyboard as you jumped, crouched and shot at whatever fired at you first. Your mouse glides against the mouse pad, moving through the colorful pixelated screen. You were too invested in your game to hear the first couple of knocks on your door. That is until the shrill voice of your sister tore at your attention, “Hey, open up!” 

“In a minute,” you answered back, still clicking the keys. 

“You gonna hide in there all day? Mom and dad just left,” she knocked again, “You gonna answer me or what?”

“In a minute!” You repeated, yelling over the sound of your game, your frustration rising. 

At this point, Lizzie had become impatient and opened the door anyway, “I’m coming in. You better not be doing anything weird in there.” 

You let out a loud groan while instantly pausing your game. You turn your chair to face your sister who welcomed herself in and sat right on your bed like she owned it, “Why didn’t you say goodbye to mom and dad when they left for their trip? You know they were pissed, right?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “So what? Dad always finds some excuse to be upset at me, and mom never helps.” Yes, Lizzie knew all too well. But now was not the time to be so blue over dumb parent drama. Before you could hit resume to your game, Lizzie turned you back around, “Well, whatever, we got the place to ourselves now.”

Your sister happily pulled out her compact mirror, taking a big hit. Your face scrunched at the sight of the substance she had just inhaled. Lizzie noticed and rolled her eyes, “Oh my god. Don’t give me that look, narc.” 

“Do you really need to do that?” You asked rhetorically. 

She answered anyway, “Yeah, I need to if we’re going to throw a party tonight.” 

“A party? Here?” 

“Obviously. What? Are you mad that I’m throwing it tonight?” 

“No, but if the police show up I’m pinning all the blame on you,” you smirked with a face full of smugness. 

“Whatever, dork. Here, come on. Try some!” she held out her mirror. The only thing you used it for was to check your appearance all the while Lizzie rambled on about her friends. Yup, you thought to yourself, still good looking in your opinion. Hoodie and all.

“So… Do you want any or nah?” 

“No thanks,” you scoffed. You weren't one for that stuff, you'd rather take a hit of your vape over snorting that crap. You have standards, afterall. 

“Fine, more for me, then.”

You turned off your computer as you both left your room, heading downstairs while Lizzie kept talking about how the party was going to go down. “Mom told me I was in charge. She did it in secret so it wouldn’t hurt your feelings,” Lizzie mentioned.

“Uh-huh…” you were only paying half attention to your sister, your main focus was on your phone. There was an article that talked about seeing a recent alien sighting in Wyoming? 

“By the way, Mom left you a note on the fridge,” she shoved you into the kitchen. You sneered at her while she waved you away, “Go read it, then come meet me outside. I need your help grabbing party shit from the store.”

Well, you read the note and it was exactly what you expected. Leave it to mom to sugarcoat everything that had happened with a “Love, mom.” Oh, but instead she piled on. Praised Lizzie yet again, agreed with dad, and encouraged you to figure out a plan. Easier said than done. Maybe it’s a good thing this party is happening. It’ll take your mind off things. 

“So, I guess- Holy shit!” you and Lizzie barely took two steps outside before the most strangest thing happened. Across the street, a sudden warped up orb appeared, practically causing the ground to rumble. When it finally went away a random red building that looked like it was straight out of a comedic evil scientist lair was left. “What is that?” you took cautious steps near it before the door to the evil base opened.

“Get down,” quickly, Lizzie grabbed your arm and pulled you behind her car, “Stay quiet!” You both watched the scene unfold. Four aliens emerged from the giant space port they teleported from. “I knew aliens were real. Jen owes me ten bucks,” Lizzie muttered, you shushed her. They started speaking in their native language, it certainly wasn't similar to any alien languages you've heard in movies, “Do you know what they’re saying?”

You shook your head at your sister's question, “It’s definitely not Yautja…” The aliens stopped conversing with one another as your next-door neighbor had gotten outside again with his scooter.

“Oh shit, look. It’s Mr. Pilfrey! He’s got that, umm, what is it called?”

“Dementia?” 

“Yeah, dementia, that’s what I meant to say…”

“Hello? What’s going on out here?” Mr. Pilfrey rode right up to those aliens with that old man leer of his, “Martha? Is that you?” The giant glob alien stared at him before using his… hand? Stub to grab the old man, it was like watching something straight out of The Thing as Mr. Pilfrey was plunged into the other stub and… Did he just smoke your next door neighbor like he was a blunt?

“Oh my god… what did they just do to Mr. Pilfrey?” Lizzie shrieked in shock, “What the fuck in going on?”

While the blue alien that looked like a trashy sink repairman kept talking joyfully, the giant glob monster gestured to the spider cyborg-like alien. Immediately, he drew out a blaster and fired the blue alien right in the face, instantly killing him. Then in a flash, they, along with their base, were gone.

There were crashes in the distance as meteors started shooting from the sky, and the sound of panicked shouting erupted from your neighborhood. But that wasn’t all, as a random screaming caught your attention, “What is that?” 

“It’s coming from that dead alien!” Lizzie pointed. You ran off to the dead alien, “Please be careful!” 

You shoved the large alien body over, as the shouting got louder, and the shooting became more rampant. What you pulled underneath him was a blue gun-looking alien wailing whatever lungs it had out. “Uh…” you stared in confusion as his eyes darted between you and whatever was behind him, “I-I don’t know what you want!” The small alien gun rolled his eyes before he hacked up and spat out a large green wad of saliva right at your face.

“Ugh, did that thing just spit on you?” Lizzie called out in genuine disgust. You gagged and coughed profusely while he spoke “Finally! Oh my god. Finally I’m free! Thank god! What a nightmare. Listen, can you please pull the inhibitor chip out of me?” 

“The what?” 

“The inhibitor chip, it’s the metal thing stuck in me, just pull it out.”

You turned him around and did what he told. He let out a yelp once you finally pulled it out of him, “Ahh, that feels so much better! Thank you!”

“Why the hell did you just spit on me?” you yelled angrily.

“Sorry, sorry. I needed to get you infected with the translator microbes,” he explained, the antennae on his forehead lowered, “That’s sorta how it works. Guess you guys don’t have that here yet.”

“What are you anyway? What’s happening?”

“I'm Kenny, I’m a Gatlian. Uhh, w-we gotta move,” he stuttered, urging you to move.

“Is it talking to you? Lizzie yelled, "Maybe we should go back to the house!” You turned your attention to your sister, but the gun demanded your full attention, “Ignore her! It’s very important that you listen to everything I say!”

“Okay, okay!” you surrendered, “I’ll listen to you. What is it?”

“It is your lucky day right now,” he argued, “We can survive this together if you just listen to me!”

“Alright, I’m listening to you!” you argued back. To anyone who was watching you both yell at each other, you sounded like an old married couple already.

“Good! Those G3 guys are gonna turn your whole species into drugs. Can you handle a gun?”

One of those goopy yellow aliens fired a couple of rounds at you, luckily they missed, seems like they had the accuracy of stormtroopers. “Like hell I can,” on instinct, you held Kenny like a shotgun and started firing. “Fuck yeah, there we go!” Kenny grinned, adrenaline rushed through you as you fired back at the aliens. 

“What the fuck! This one’s shootin’ back!” one of the aliens exclaimed, you got a head shot on a couple of them, “That’s right! Buck Thunder taught me everything!” 

“Hell yeah!” Kenny cheered, sharing your victory, “I am so glad you picked me up. Let’s keep going!”

“The humans in this zone were supposed to be pushovers!” Kenny operated just like a gun, and just like a gun, needed reloading like one. “Uhh,” you turned him from side to side, “How do I reload?”

“Easy, just push on my back,” you did just that, and Kenny seemed to just regain ammo. “Not bad, alien, not bad at all. Let’s head to that base,” you ran inside the building Kenny called a warp base. More G3 grunts showed up, but it was an easy clean up, “Okay, the warp drive should be at the top. That’s where it always is in shit like. Just keep going!” 

You shot at the merks like it was nothing, Kenny pointed out where the warp drive was, which looked like a piece of the Crystal of Truth from The Dark Crystal.

“We’ll use this to warp the hell off this doomed planet.”

“What?”

“Sorry, no offense,” Kenny apologized. 

“But, we can save my planet, right?” 

Kenny looked away from you, taking a while to answer. It looked like he didn’t want to answer, like he was hiding something. “Kenny?”

“Well, yes, we can save your planet, but not right now.” he sighed, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to upset you. But yes, your planet is doomed for now.” 

You pulled the warp drive out of its panel and carried it in your free arm, “How did they even know about earth?” 

“We don’t need to worry about that, we need to get away from the base if we don’t want to be blown up,” Kenny rushed you. “ Blown up?!” That’s when you noticed the sound of beeping coming from inside the base.

“Don’t worry about the beeping, we need to get to your house. That warp drive needs power,” your gun urged you to hurry, “Do you have something back at your house?”

“Uh, does a microwave work?” behind you, the base blew up, bodies of G3 grunts and merks flew everywhere. “Yes,” Kenny answered, “A microwave could work.” 

You ran off to your house, everyone in the neighborhood were screaming and getting snatched up by the G3 aliens. You shot as many as you could, but you couldn’t save everyone. Kenny seemed to have noticed your discomfort, “You need more encouragement? You’re uh… That’s my little G3 killer! Ohh, look at you G3 killer.” 

“Kenny…”

“Yeah?” 

“That’s not really helping.” 

“Sorry, I thought you might need some cheering up, since you know… Your planet is being overrun by the G3,” You glared at him, “Sorry.” 

When you ran inside the house, Lizzie had already bludgeoned an invading alien to death, all her clothes was stained in its blood, “Oh, thank god you’re still alive! I just killed an alien!” Your sister's voice was hoarse as she coughed whatever muck had landed on her face from the alien, “I got blood in my mouth! I think we’re all gonna die!” 

“Lizzie, calm down, we’re gonna be fine,” You tried to reassure her, but not even you were sure. “Calm down? Calm down?! How do you expect me to calm down? We’re being invaded by actual aliens! I just killed one!”

Kenny ignored her, “Where’s that microwave you were talking about?”

That seemed to ease her a little… The fact that she could understand your alien friend who’s a gun, “Whoa, I can understand your gun now.”

“Seriously…” you mumbled. 

“Translator microbes! They’re contagious but cou- please just move past all this shit?! Human, microwave, now.” 

“Alright,” you placed the warp drive on the island of your kitchen, “Okay, so do I just- Oh!” The machine connected to your microwave automatically, its wires slithered and connected to the buttons. 

“Oh, thank god, it worked!” Kenny exclaimed, “Okay, i-it’s just gonna need a second to boot up-”

“Shit, they’re in the studio! Oh god! The aliens are real and they are in the studio!” 

You turned around to see Lizzie had turned on the TV to the news station. You watched as they invaded and wreaked havoc in the studio, tying up the news anchor just as the screen went black. A new face was on screen. 

“Hello, aliens of Earth,” it was the giant alien from before, “My name is Garmantuous, leader of the G3 cartel. Don’t resist.” 

You left Kenny on the counter and moved next to your sister as he spoke in a typical monster voice, “Any attempts to fight us would be futile. You are now officially the property of the G3 cartel.” The transmission cut off before he could go on

“Alright, it’s go time! Let’s get outta here!” the gatlian hollered from the kitchen.

“Wait. “Get out of here?” …Where are we going?” Lizzie asked as you ran off to the kitchen and picked Kenny back up. 

“To find somebody who can help!” he smiled up at you full of hope, “You ever been to the big city? Because you’re about to, except that it’s a space city!” Kenny continued to excitedly ramble on and on about space, as the house rumbled like an earthquake, “It’s a huge space city and you’re gonna be outta your element! And you just follow my lead!”

The house stopped shaking, “What… What just happened?” You walked up to the front door, the closer to the outside you got, the louder the sounds from the outside got. “Looks like we made it. Hey, human, can I ask you a quick question?” you brought Kenny up to eye level, “Yeah?”

“I never got your name.” 

“(Y/N). It’s (Y/N),” you answered.

 Well, (Y/N), welcome to Blim City.” Just before you opened the door to the outside, Lizzie grabbed your arm, entirely ruining the moment you were having. “Hang on,” she glared at Kenny with a raised brow, “Did you just warp our entire house to another planet?”

Kenny rolled his eyes, “Yeah, keep up! We’ll be safe here. Now take me outside, (Y/N)!”

“Woah, woah, you’re just gonna leave me here,” she asked, like it was the most ridiculous thing you could do in the world. You shrugged your shoulders, “Why not? We’re here, aren’t we?” She shook her head in disbelief, “How the hell are we even gonna get back to Earth?”

“Uhh, we can’t,” Kenny’s antennas lowered, “That was a one-way trip. We don’t have the coordinates to your planet.”

Lizzie huffed, “Then what about our parents? And everyone else?”

“Yeah, that is true,” you agreed. 

“Look, we left because we’re trying to save them!” he answered impatiently, “That-that’s why we need Gene. So can we please go find him?” 

“Who’s Gene?”

“The answer to all our problems, he’ll know exactly what to do.”

That seemed to answer all your questions for now. Kenny seemed to hide some stuff. But now wasn’t the time, you needed to look for whoever Gene is and find a way to stop the G3. With a deep inhale of your nose, your hand found your doorknob and turned, opening the door to a world of unknown.

“You’re going OUT there?! Into SPACE?!” Lizzie called out after you. Kenny answered for you instead, “Yeah! Welcome to fuckin’ space!”

“Woah…” you awed. Blim City looked exactly what you would expect an alien planet to look like. The restaurants, the floating cars, the aliens. The Jonas Brothers really weren’t lying when they sang Year 3000

“I'm actually in space!” you exclaimed. 

“Or I'm really high…”

I was kinda debating if I should go off script from the game, I started writing for it but scrapped and put it off to the side. Like, the reader and Lizzie throw the party, have a good time, maybe have a little drunken argument/heart to heart moment regarding the reader's future and the pressure they feel. Then the day after that’s when the invasion happens. I don’t know, would you guys want like, a little additional scenes to happen? I kinda have a few already saved for future chapters. Especially when I start writing for the second game.

First time posting on this account. This is just a sneak peek into a High on Life fanfic I’m starting. I’ll be posting here because I don’t have an Ao3 account.

The reader's gender is not specified so anyone can read.

Trying to write the characters exactly how they’re portrayed in the games, so hopefully I succeed.

Divider made by @uzmacchiato their dividers are so amazing!

Chapter 1>

Okay, so here was the plan. 

Graduate high school.

Get into a good college.

Get a good job

Move out.

And make your parents proud. 

Or at least that would have been the plan. The superficial future your parents had hoped you would pursue, they expected you to be super successful in life just like your older sister. Because Lizzie was so perfect, not like she was hiding some of that forbidden sugar in her room, but no, you were the problem child. It’s not like you didn’t want to do anything with your life, you did, you just didn’t know what. Your grades were average so you didn’t get scholarships to some Grand College or University, even if you went to community college you’d have to come up with money on your own thanks to your cheapskate father, the only places that were hiring were fast food restaurants but you were deeply introverted and can crumble under pressure. To put it short, you were lost. Heartbreak High and Friends lied to you about how exciting life is when you didn't know what to do but go with the flow. 

Here you are, cooped up in your room full of posters, clothes strung about that you refused to pick up off the floor and an unmade bed, it added charm. The only time you left your room was to use the bathroom or to skateboard to your local super mart for snacks and microwavable ramen, you refused to leave the confines of your personal space as you were on a strike against your parents. Beforehand, you and your father got into a heated argument about your future and yet again you were compared to your sister who was enjoying the show at your expense, and your mother being the ever so level headed woman she was, tried to moderate the whole thing but didn’t really come to your defense. She’s tried many times to talk to you through the door, but you wouldn’t budge. 

You were still in your room when they decided that instead of communicating with you, your dad would rather blow off steam with a vacation. Which meant you would be stuck at home with your dreaded older sister who your parents just love to praise, and she wouldn’t let you forget it. Whatever, you thought to yourself, they didn’t want to meet you halfway then why should you put in the effort, so instead you resorted to playing one of your all-time favorite franchises, Buck Thunder.

Unbeknownst to you, your mother and father had finished packing, nearly walking out the door. “Oh, I don’t know, Tom. I just don’t think we should leave while they’re upset,” Tom mumbled in dejectedness, “I tried talking to them, they just don’t listen.” Lizzie rolled her eyes, Right, because you have such a great track record of communication… 

Your older sister wasn't a stranger to your parents behavior, before you reached high school and you only worried about more simple math problems and barely gaining a crush on some random classmate, Lizzie was the one to bear the brunt of your parents high expectations. “Lizzie, get good grades, if you wanna get into a good college” “Lizzie, be a good person if you wanna get far in life,” “Lizzie, you’re a big sister now, you have to set a good example.” While she did enjoy your misery, that didn’t mean she didn’t sympathize. The difference was she succeeded in getting into college, once she left, she wouldn’t have to worry about her parents' constant judging. How unfortunate for you. 

But as soon as her parents left for their vacation, she had something special planned. Lizzie planned on going out with one final boom to kick off summer before she started the fall semester, and you start your impending doom with mom and dad.