Mostly Not Here

hello, all.

i need help, and... i don't know where or how to get it.

[I did say maybe a week ago or so that I'd want to rp at some point with Nico. Tossing the boy at the sanctuary]

Nico had, seemingly, a normal day post Algol breaking him. Hung out with Monty, practiced on his guitar a little, did a little hang out sesh with his boyfriend, the good stuff.

So color him terrified when he went to sleep in his bed and woke up in a completely different environment.

Nothing about this screamed "familiar location" to him.

Nothing he knew of existed in his dimension, nothing he knew of in a dimension he's visited either.

And of course the fact he woke up surrounded by strangers that were all paying no mind to him didn't help.

So what did he do? Speak up? Scream? Cry?

No, he froze up and went deathly quiet. Too many unfamiliar smells, too many noises, and no one familiar he could go to now that he was overwhelmed from everything.

Several Bloodmoons have noticed this stranger and are waiting for the Chief's verdict. The guards are watching but keeping distance fearing their amor and weapons might frighten this gator further.

Some don't like gators and are making this known through glares. They don't dare act with the guards watching and the Chief approaching. He wouldn't tolerate any child being made to feel unwelcome.

"Make way for the Chief!" One guard yelled and the other's parted, making a path.

"Hey, hey, you're not in trouble. This is the Bloodmoon Sanctuary, and you're more than welcome here."

His gaze travelled to the bystanders and though his expression was still kind the others quickly carried on with their business. Seems he didn't need to threaten to get his point across. He dismissed the guards with a wave of a hand.

Familiar, yes.

His anxious stimming with his claws turned to him rocking on his heels, tail swishing lowly behind him. Why would a rift open on his bed, and while he was asleep no less?

Fell asleep....woke up here. It's weird.

Nico coughed, realizing he had yet to introduce himself as well.

Mhm. Thank you.

Now that the commotion had died down the more friendlier Bloodmoon would wave at them.

It was now clear this building had once been a mega mall that was repurposed into a living space.

He led him to the Pool area and before he even opened the door baby gator squeaks could be heard.

Nico remembered when Elena and Terry were much the same way. Elena, when they'd been activated 3 years ago, would go about eating up anything and everything, including the furniture. Much of the same could be said about Terry when he came into their life a little over a year ago. Time sure did fly all this time.

Pandemonium was happening beyond the Pool room doors. Thirteen baby gators were scattered everywhere. They were all wearing floaties and were roughhousing, throwing around toys, or diving into the pool. There were several lifeguards including two adult Monties.

In the corner, leaning against the wall was a behemoth of a Bloodmoon. He was somehow sleeping through the noise. His rounded stomach was covered in finger paint prints of hands and childish doodles.

Nico wasn't expecting thirteen baby gator models. At max he was presuming less than ten at least.

Now he was tempted to jump into the pool himself, but for one he didn't have his swim clothes. For two, he'd probably get dogpiled by all the little Monties if they were anything like his younger twin.

And then his gaze wandered to the behemoth of a BloodMoon. Lord he would NOT want to get on that guy's bad side, even if he did look peaceful now.

But at least there was two adult Monties here, so hopefully he wasn't about to be too overwhelmed here. Even if he was getting overstimulated by all the noise the baby Monties were making. He could deal with it, it wasn't like the mall back home.

Who....are they?

Milo wore Hawaiian shorts and star shaped glasses. His green areas were darker then a typical Monty. He lacked the yellow jaw, but had still had yellow elsewhere. His red mohawk was messy with matching chin and chest fuzz. His surfer dude voice could be heard as he pried a pool noodle out of a baby's mouth.

Enzo wore a white tank top and red trunks. His mohawk was black, jelled, and slick backed. It had come undone slightly. He also had thousands of black freckles on his shoulders and back. He was bigger then Milo and grumbled in a rough voice. His brown eyes watching the babies dutifully.

Nico grumbled a bit to himself. He knew that! He had meant what names they go by! Crossing his arms as he let out his own grumpy sigh, he stared at Milo before his attention was caught by the drawn on BloodMoon being introduced. Behemoth was his actual name? And he rescued the babies??

Hunter hadn't meant for the young gator to feel insulted.

Mhm. He's a Monty. Got a big mouth on him and can be annoying as hell. But I love 'im.

Milo came over holding a bunch of shredded pool noodles. "I'm surprised they got room for lunch. I thought they would've filled up on pool noodle ramen. Oh-"

He sees Nico.

Ba-luh-luh-luh.

Nico tapped his claws together, cringing internally at the title Milo gave him. This guy had to be way older than he was, no way were they the same mental age!

"I'm not sure why he split early...Ah, I'm sure he'll come back. I hope he does anyways. The babies bite him less then me. After this we're thinking of hittin' the Aracde, wanna join us?"

Nico was getting overwhelmed, that Hunter was correct to worry about. Yet at the same time Nico wanted to bond with other gator models outside of his family. Maybe he'd calm down once he was away from the babies. Nico was good with kids one on one, but even five kids was a little much for him.

Enzo comes back holding something. "Yer' damn right it's loud. I'd like to talk to Nico outside. Milo, why don't you get back in the pool the babies are done eating."

"Oh, they are. I'll go entertain them I guess. See you later al-"

"Don't you dare." Enzo grumbled.

"See you around Nico."

Milo gets about the center of the pool and Enzo calls out to him.

"Think fast Milo!" He tosses a box at him. Milo catches it and it's crushed under his grip. A sweet smell fills the air.

"The Gator Bait?...Wait..No. NO, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

The moment the smell reached the babies they turned feral. Pupils blew wide and they opened their mouths as they ran. They all dived into the pool and dog piled Milo.

Nico clarified, sighing as he started to rock on his heels.

We gonna wait for Milo or no?

"Wowee, they're like pirahans." He whistled.

I'd rather not risk leaving m' onesie behind.....thanks though. Also I dunno if you guys got anything blue. I do have my exceptions, but no way am I going anywhere without wearing blue.

Enzo walked out wearing a different white tank top and jeans. The only bit of care he put into his appearance was his hair. It had been re-jelled and he combed all the loose sprigs back.

Nico let out a puff of air, blowing his bangs out of his face. Milo and Enzo's fashion taste didn't really give him high hopes for finding anything that was decent. Even when he did wear jeans, they usually had to be stretchy or ripped, no in between.

I'm ready for the arcade.

The female Bloodmoon at the counter was leaned back inher chair. Her black jacket hung loosely on her shoulder. Her tank top had a pattern of spades and diamonds. Her hair was actually hundreds of cords tied into a ponytail. She flicked her wrist and produced four cards. She didn't look up from her magazine.

"Thank you, Roulette." Hunter said but refused a card.

He coughs before taking one of the cards, his blue glow clicking on from how embarrassed he felt.

T-Thank you....

"I don't remember who 'yer talking about and I don't care for drama. We game now."

Enzo turns to Nico.

Zombie shooters sounded more like Monty's thing, racers that weren't Mario Kart was more Elena's thing, and regular shooters seemed more like a Teek and Amy thing. Nico tried to look around for the air hockey table though, that seemed fun. And likely wouldn't blare out his audio receptors.

Enzo went to the machine and flipped the on switch. The machine emitted a gentle hum. He took up position at the left end.

Nico didn't really think to control his strength when he hit the puck with his striker. Laser-focused on getting the thing into the goal, so no surprise the thing went flying at Enzo like it did.

"Hole in one." Milo said.

This could spell trouble for Nico later on if he ended up getting pushed over the edge by something seemingly small, but in the meantime he'd be okay.

He wasn't counting on the idea that he'd end up losing, and it was only by one point! They'd been tied for so long and then he fumbled with accidentally punting the puck into his own goal.

I'm surprised you have a nephew, so does that mean you have a sibling? Or are you like me with multiple siblings?

Nico let go of the striker to join Enzo's side, curiously chirping at him before Milo gave him the compliment about his fangs. Glow clicked on and his hood pulled over his eyes, his tail curled up around his right leg.

During this conversation Enzo had started the game.

Milo turned to Nico, somehow defending his goal without looking.

"Why would I be weirded out by your teeth? They're deadly sharp, looking like a row of hole punchers. It's a sign of strength. You could really mess up the fool that gets in your business."

As for when Milo noted that his fangs were a sign of strength, Nico started to laugh nervously.

I, uh, don't r-really like messing people up. E-Even if they get in my business, I-I only really use my strength for defense.

"Speaking of, I saw those smiles Needle was giving you, dude. Her flirting went over your head."

Enzo scoffed. "Just cause a girls being nice, ain't mean she's flirting."

"She said come in for a fitting and then watched you leave. Actually, she's done that a lot now that I think about it-"

Whether Milo and Enzo picked up on the fact he's trans or not was up for debate.

Enzo shrugged at that outfit comment. "Simple outfit?....well I guess it can use some work. I only recently got to where I want to care about that."

Milo's face eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Enzo score the winning shot.

Milo turned back to Enzo. "Is it similar to when I...spooked MoonStruck?"

Enzo gave his full attention. "We shouldn't have too much trouble even if he's gone. If they give 'ya mean looks we'll shoo'em away. I guarantee 'ya they ain't got the guts to confront us. 'Yer staying and they'll just have to get over it."

Nico knew it couldn't have been Elena's friend who coincidentally had the same name. Was Missy another BloodMoon model like Hunter?

Nico clears his throatpipe, continuing to practically cling to Enzo.

"Stuck to you like glitter glue-FUCK!" Milo smacked the side of his head. Even he cringed at that one.

Milo was shaking his head.

"Sorry. I had to get rid of the coded responses that popped up. They are not helpful. Uh, I was originally just a side attraction for the golf course. Then they got the idea to add code to put me on the stage. Being forced to perform two contradicting roles wore me down. Like I gotta be a relaxed chill dude, but also a hip rock and roll star...but only when either is needed or expected of me. Plus, they added a security function. So, then I'm supposed to be chill dude or rockstar and be vigilant for crime in both roles. There is no place for me, just who I'm expected to be that day. It just made me feel so..."

He head tilted to the side and his eyes had a glazed look. Two voices spoke at once. One was Milo's. The other was deeper and gruff, but they both sounded hollow.

"Spilt."

He stared off into nothing for a moment, before blinking and shaking his head. He returned to his slouched posture.

Nico could feel himself loosening up around Enzo and Milo now that he started yapping about his own experience with being put into a role not meant for him.

Enzo grumbled and furiously rubbed the back of his head. "Hmm, yeah sorry. I calm down. I'm glad to hear you and 'yer family got out."

Enzo's eyes furrowed. "When did you get that?"

"Get what?"

"Milo."

"I'm an adult."

"Milo."

"I got it done at the marketplace yesterday. It's not hitting any sensors and is secured. Rosado recommended the booth. Do you think I'm dumb enough to do this myself?"

"He's gonna know."

"You should've saw what I painted on his back."

"Wha-"

"Yeah there's is a marketplace. All the stuff in the actual Sanctuary is free but in the marketplace currency depends on the vendor. The marketplace came afterwards, when a bunch of Bloodmoon's petitioned for it. It gotta pretty big really quickly. There's inter-dimensional trade happening. It's the warehouse beside the Sanctuary. Enzo's nephew has a shop-"

Milo blinked. "Oh, I thought it was just a knick knack shop. He paused then broke into laughter. "T-The coded response says Gnarly maaan."

He grips the hockey table and he doubles in laughter.

Her grey suit and pants were tailored to her contours. The heels gave her a few inches to her 5'6" self. Her left sleeve was primly rolled up, making room for the cast and sling.

Silver and red eyes look over the Gators as she holds a lit cigarette by a fang.

Holy shenron Missy really wasn't much shorter than his mom. And the grumpy demeanor...oh it was like having his dad's personality around strangers mixed with his mom's body.

"Yer' Sun ain't making ya' work with a broken arm, is he." Enzo asked. His tail curled closer to Nico protectively.

Nico metaphorically sweatdropped at hearing that. He would've given that Sun a deadpan look if he had met the guy. He already didn't have a lot of information regarding Sun models given the only two he knew were Andromeda and Soliel, and Soliel was a kid sun model to be specific.

"He's batshit insane." Milo clicked his tongue. "My dimension writhes in tragedy making. Something real bad happened a while ago and he never fully recovered. I won't tell you what, because I gotta practice being the bigger man, but he's difficult to deal with."

"I was gonna say possessive with her."

"Only when she's refusing medical care...or someone's disrespectful to her."

"That still ain't right."

"I didn't say he was right, just that he's somehow coherent enough to not be a full on villain.

[I did say maybe a week ago or so that I'd want to rp at some point with Nico. Tossing the boy at the sanctuary]

Nico had, seemingly, a normal day post Algol breaking him. Hung out with Monty, practiced on his guitar a little, did a little hang out sesh with his boyfriend, the good stuff.

So color him terrified when he went to sleep in his bed and woke up in a completely different environment.

Nothing about this screamed "familiar location" to him.

Nothing he knew of existed in his dimension, nothing he knew of in a dimension he's visited either.

And of course the fact he woke up surrounded by strangers that were all paying no mind to him didn't help.

So what did he do? Speak up? Scream? Cry?

No, he froze up and went deathly quiet. Too many unfamiliar smells, too many noises, and no one familiar he could go to now that he was overwhelmed from everything.

Several Bloodmoons have noticed this stranger and are waiting for the Chief's verdict. The guards are watching but keeping distance fearing their amor and weapons might frighten this gator further.

Some don't like gators and are making this known through glares. They don't dare act with the guards watching and the Chief approaching. He wouldn't tolerate any child being made to feel unwelcome.

"Make way for the Chief!" One guard yelled and the other's parted, making a path.

"Hey, hey, you're not in trouble. This is the Bloodmoon Sanctuary, and you're more than welcome here."

His gaze travelled to the bystanders and though his expression was still kind the others quickly carried on with their business. Seems he didn't need to threaten to get his point across. He dismissed the guards with a wave of a hand.

Familiar, yes.

His anxious stimming with his claws turned to him rocking on his heels, tail swishing lowly behind him. Why would a rift open on his bed, and while he was asleep no less?

Fell asleep....woke up here. It's weird.

Nico coughed, realizing he had yet to introduce himself as well.

Mhm. Thank you.

Now that the commotion had died down the more friendlier Bloodmoon would wave at them.

It was now clear this building had once been a mega mall that was repurposed into a living space.

He led him to the Pool area and before he even opened the door baby gator squeaks could be heard.

Nico remembered when Elena and Terry were much the same way. Elena, when they'd been activated 3 years ago, would go about eating up anything and everything, including the furniture. Much of the same could be said about Terry when he came into their life a little over a year ago. Time sure did fly all this time.

Pandemonium was happening beyond the Pool room doors. Thirteen baby gators were scattered everywhere. They were all wearing floaties and were roughhousing, throwing around toys, or diving into the pool. There were several lifeguards including two adult Monties.

In the corner, leaning against the wall was a behemoth of a Bloodmoon. He was somehow sleeping through the noise. His rounded stomach was covered in finger paint prints of hands and childish doodles.

Nico wasn't expecting thirteen baby gator models. At max he was presuming less than ten at least.

Now he was tempted to jump into the pool himself, but for one he didn't have his swim clothes. For two, he'd probably get dogpiled by all the little Monties if they were anything like his younger twin.

And then his gaze wandered to the behemoth of a BloodMoon. Lord he would NOT want to get on that guy's bad side, even if he did look peaceful now.

But at least there was two adult Monties here, so hopefully he wasn't about to be too overwhelmed here. Even if he was getting overstimulated by all the noise the baby Monties were making. He could deal with it, it wasn't like the mall back home.

Who....are they?

Milo wore Hawaiian shorts and star shaped glasses. His green areas were darker then a typical Monty. He lacked the yellow jaw, but had still had yellow elsewhere. His red mohawk was messy with matching chin and chest fuzz. His surfer dude voice could be heard as he pried a pool noodle out of a baby's mouth.

Enzo wore a white tank top and red trunks. His mohawk was black, jelled, and slick backed. It had come undone slightly. He also had thousands of black freckles on his shoulders and back. He was bigger then Milo and grumbled in a rough voice. His brown eyes watching the babies dutifully.

Nico grumbled a bit to himself. He knew that! He had meant what names they go by! Crossing his arms as he let out his own grumpy sigh, he stared at Milo before his attention was caught by the drawn on BloodMoon being introduced. Behemoth was his actual name? And he rescued the babies??

Hunter hadn't meant for the young gator to feel insulted.

Mhm. He's a Monty. Got a big mouth on him and can be annoying as hell. But I love 'im.

Milo came over holding a bunch of shredded pool noodles. "I'm surprised they got room for lunch. I thought they would've filled up on pool noodle ramen. Oh-"

He sees Nico.

Ba-luh-luh-luh.

Nico tapped his claws together, cringing internally at the title Milo gave him. This guy had to be way older than he was, no way were they the same mental age!

"I'm not sure why he split early...Ah, I'm sure he'll come back. I hope he does anyways. The babies bite him less then me. After this we're thinking of hittin' the Aracde, wanna join us?"

Nico was getting overwhelmed, that Hunter was correct to worry about. Yet at the same time Nico wanted to bond with other gator models outside of his family. Maybe he'd calm down once he was away from the babies. Nico was good with kids one on one, but even five kids was a little much for him.

Enzo comes back holding something. "Yer' damn right it's loud. I'd like to talk to Nico outside. Milo, why don't you get back in the pool the babies are done eating."

"Oh, they are. I'll go entertain them I guess. See you later al-"

"Don't you dare." Enzo grumbled.

"See you around Nico."

Milo gets about the center of the pool and Enzo calls out to him.

"Think fast Milo!" He tosses a box at him. Milo catches it and it's crushed under his grip. A sweet smell fills the air.

"The Gator Bait?...Wait..No. NO, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

The moment the smell reached the babies they turned feral. Pupils blew wide and they opened their mouths as they ran. They all dived into the pool and dog piled Milo.

Nico clarified, sighing as he started to rock on his heels.

We gonna wait for Milo or no?

"Wowee, they're like pirahans." He whistled.

I'd rather not risk leaving m' onesie behind.....thanks though. Also I dunno if you guys got anything blue. I do have my exceptions, but no way am I going anywhere without wearing blue.

Enzo walked out wearing a different white tank top and jeans. The only bit of care he put into his appearance was his hair. It had been re-jelled and he combed all the loose sprigs back.

Nico let out a puff of air, blowing his bangs out of his face. Milo and Enzo's fashion taste didn't really give him high hopes for finding anything that was decent. Even when he did wear jeans, they usually had to be stretchy or ripped, no in between.

I'm ready for the arcade.

The female Bloodmoon at the counter was leaned back inher chair. Her black jacket hung loosely on her shoulder. Her tank top had a pattern of spades and diamonds. Her hair was actually hundreds of cords tied into a ponytail. She flicked her wrist and produced four cards. She didn't look up from her magazine.

"Thank you, Roulette." Hunter said but refused a card.

He coughs before taking one of the cards, his blue glow clicking on from how embarrassed he felt.

T-Thank you....

"I don't remember who 'yer talking about and I don't care for drama. We game now."

Enzo turns to Nico.

Zombie shooters sounded more like Monty's thing, racers that weren't Mario Kart was more Elena's thing, and regular shooters seemed more like a Teek and Amy thing. Nico tried to look around for the air hockey table though, that seemed fun. And likely wouldn't blare out his audio receptors.

Enzo went to the machine and flipped the on switch. The machine emitted a gentle hum. He took up position at the left end.

Nico didn't really think to control his strength when he hit the puck with his striker. Laser-focused on getting the thing into the goal, so no surprise the thing went flying at Enzo like it did.

"Hole in one." Milo said.

This could spell trouble for Nico later on if he ended up getting pushed over the edge by something seemingly small, but in the meantime he'd be okay.

He wasn't counting on the idea that he'd end up losing, and it was only by one point! They'd been tied for so long and then he fumbled with accidentally punting the puck into his own goal.

I'm surprised you have a nephew, so does that mean you have a sibling? Or are you like me with multiple siblings?

Nico let go of the striker to join Enzo's side, curiously chirping at him before Milo gave him the compliment about his fangs. Glow clicked on and his hood pulled over his eyes, his tail curled up around his right leg.

During this conversation Enzo had started the game.

Milo turned to Nico, somehow defending his goal without looking.

"Why would I be weirded out by your teeth? They're deadly sharp, looking like a row of hole punchers. It's a sign of strength. You could really mess up the fool that gets in your business."

As for when Milo noted that his fangs were a sign of strength, Nico started to laugh nervously.

I, uh, don't r-really like messing people up. E-Even if they get in my business, I-I only really use my strength for defense.

"Speaking of, I saw those smiles Needle was giving you, dude. Her flirting went over your head."

Enzo scoffed. "Just cause a girls being nice, ain't mean she's flirting."

"She said come in for a fitting and then watched you leave. Actually, she's done that a lot now that I think about it-"

Whether Milo and Enzo picked up on the fact he's trans or not was up for debate.

Enzo shrugged at that outfit comment. "Simple outfit?....well I guess it can use some work. I only recently got to where I want to care about that."

Milo's face eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Enzo score the winning shot.

Milo turned back to Enzo. "Is it similar to when I...spooked MoonStruck?"

Enzo gave his full attention. "We shouldn't have too much trouble even if he's gone. If they give 'ya mean looks we'll shoo'em away. I guarantee 'ya they ain't got the guts to confront us. 'Yer staying and they'll just have to get over it."

Nico knew it couldn't have been Elena's friend who coincidentally had the same name. Was Missy another BloodMoon model like Hunter?

Nico clears his throatpipe, continuing to practically cling to Enzo.

"Stuck to you like glitter glue-FUCK!" Milo smacked the side of his head. Even he cringed at that one.

Milo was shaking his head.

"Sorry. I had to get rid of the coded responses that popped up. They are not helpful. Uh, I was originally just a side attraction for the golf course. Then they got the idea to add code to put me on the stage. Being forced to perform two contradicting roles wore me down. Like I gotta be a relaxed chill dude, but also a hip rock and roll star...but only when either is needed or expected of me. Plus, they added a security function. So, then I'm supposed to be chill dude or rockstar and be vigilant for crime in both roles. There is no place for me, just who I'm expected to be that day. It just made me feel so..."

He head tilted to the side and his eyes had a glazed look. Two voices spoke at once. One was Milo's. The other was deeper and gruff, but they both sounded hollow.

"Spilt."

He stared off into nothing for a moment, before blinking and shaking his head. He returned to his slouched posture.

Nico could feel himself loosening up around Enzo and Milo now that he started yapping about his own experience with being put into a role not meant for him.

Enzo grumbled and furiously rubbed the back of his head. "Hmm, yeah sorry. I calm down. I'm glad to hear you and 'yer family got out."

Enzo's eyes furrowed. "When did you get that?"

"Get what?"

"Milo."

"I'm an adult."

"Milo."

"I got it done at the marketplace yesterday. It's not hitting any sensors and is secured. Rosado recommended the booth. Do you think I'm dumb enough to do this myself?"

"He's gonna know."

"You should've saw what I painted on his back."

"Wha-"

"Yeah there's is a marketplace. All the stuff in the actual Sanctuary is free but in the marketplace currency depends on the vendor. The marketplace came afterwards, when a bunch of Bloodmoon's petitioned for it. It gotta pretty big really quickly. There's inter-dimensional trade happening. It's the warehouse beside the Sanctuary. Enzo's nephew has a shop-"

Milo blinked. "Oh, I thought it was just a knick knack shop. He paused then broke into laughter. "T-The coded response says Gnarly maaan."

He grips the hockey table and he doubles in laughter.

Her grey suit and pants were tailored to her contours. The heels gave her a few inches to her 5'6" self. Her left sleeve was primly rolled up, making room for the cast and sling.

Silver and red eyes look over the Gators as she holds a lit cigarette by a fang.

Holy shenron Missy really wasn't much shorter than his mom. And the grumpy demeanor...oh it was like having his dad's personality around strangers mixed with his mom's body.

"Yer' Sun ain't making ya' work with a broken arm, is he." Enzo asked. His tail curled closer to Nico protectively.

Nico metaphorically sweatdropped at hearing that. He would've given that Sun a deadpan look if he had met the guy. He already didn't have a lot of information regarding Sun models given the only two he knew were Andromeda and Soliel, and Soliel was a kid sun model to be specific.

"He's batshit insane." Milo clicked his tongue. "My dimension writhes in tragedy making. Something real bad happened a while ago and he never fully recovered. I won't tell you what, because I gotta practice being the bigger man, but he's difficult to deal with."

"I was gonna say possessive with her."

"Only when she's refusing medical care...or someone's disrespectful to her."

"That still ain't right."

"I didn't say he was right, just that he's somehow coherent enough to not be a full on villain.

@multifandomcutie13

Rocky was sitting on a bench drinking from a bottle.

When a rift opened beside him and a baby tumbled out, he didn't notice at first. Eventually he heard a coo and turned his head.

Oh, a baby.

....

He looks ahead.

.....

He takes a sip.

....

A BABY!?!?

He turns sharply and examines her.

A human baby!

No, no.

He tries to stand but he's drank too much, so he has to seat right back down.

Fuck.

"Where did you come from-oh, are you teething?"

"Thank you." Hunter said to Rocky who was surprised.

Some Bloodmoons eyed him but didn't say anything. He was the Chief for a reason. He mentally ordered a scanner and baby formula be brought to him as he reached Missy's apartment.

He knocked on the door.

She opened and when she saw the baby she quickly dragged him inside.

Oh no.

"I ordered formula for her already. I'll tell them to hurry."

"An tell'em to bring diapers. I'd say about ten a day, but call it safe an' order twelve. Also order onesies, and safe organic baby hygiene products, an' a sink tub, an' pacifiers, an' toys, an' a crib. God bless, there's so much we need for a human baby."

Hunter blinked and chided himself. He added all of that to the list.

"Just sit down on the couch and get her comfortable. You're doing good on supporting her head. I think she's old enough to support her own but still be wary. Some babies will lunge 'backers right out of 'yer hands."

When the bottle cooled enough, Missy sat down and offered the bottle to Hunter.

"She's been with 'ya now for a bit and she's comfortable with you. I gotta check in on my own too."

Missy had set the crib up, but Hunter wanted to hold her for a while longer.

"We can't keep her." Missy checked the onesie size.

"We can. We have the resources for organics."

"You know that ain't what I mean."

[I did say maybe a week ago or so that I'd want to rp at some point with Nico. Tossing the boy at the sanctuary]

Nico had, seemingly, a normal day post Algol breaking him. Hung out with Monty, practiced on his guitar a little, did a little hang out sesh with his boyfriend, the good stuff.

So color him terrified when he went to sleep in his bed and woke up in a completely different environment.

Nothing about this screamed "familiar location" to him.

Nothing he knew of existed in his dimension, nothing he knew of in a dimension he's visited either.

And of course the fact he woke up surrounded by strangers that were all paying no mind to him didn't help.

So what did he do? Speak up? Scream? Cry?

No, he froze up and went deathly quiet. Too many unfamiliar smells, too many noises, and no one familiar he could go to now that he was overwhelmed from everything.

Several Bloodmoons have noticed this stranger and are waiting for the Chief's verdict. The guards are watching but keeping distance fearing their amor and weapons might frighten this gator further.

Some don't like gators and are making this known through glares. They don't dare act with the guards watching and the Chief approaching. He wouldn't tolerate any child being made to feel unwelcome.

"Make way for the Chief!" One guard yelled and the other's parted, making a path.

"Hey, hey, you're not in trouble. This is the Bloodmoon Sanctuary, and you're more than welcome here."

His gaze travelled to the bystanders and though his expression was still kind the others quickly carried on with their business. Seems he didn't need to threaten to get his point across. He dismissed the guards with a wave of a hand.

Familiar, yes.

His anxious stimming with his claws turned to him rocking on his heels, tail swishing lowly behind him. Why would a rift open on his bed, and while he was asleep no less?

Fell asleep....woke up here. It's weird.

Nico coughed, realizing he had yet to introduce himself as well.

Mhm. Thank you.

Now that the commotion had died down the more friendlier Bloodmoon would wave at them.

It was now clear this building had once been a mega mall that was repurposed into a living space.

He led him to the Pool area and before he even opened the door baby gator squeaks could be heard.

Nico remembered when Elena and Terry were much the same way. Elena, when they'd been activated 3 years ago, would go about eating up anything and everything, including the furniture. Much of the same could be said about Terry when he came into their life a little over a year ago. Time sure did fly all this time.

Pandemonium was happening beyond the Pool room doors. Thirteen baby gators were scattered everywhere. They were all wearing floaties and were roughhousing, throwing around toys, or diving into the pool. There were several lifeguards including two adult Monties.

In the corner, leaning against the wall was a behemoth of a Bloodmoon. He was somehow sleeping through the noise. His rounded stomach was covered in finger paint prints of hands and childish doodles.

Nico wasn't expecting thirteen baby gator models. At max he was presuming less than ten at least.

Now he was tempted to jump into the pool himself, but for one he didn't have his swim clothes. For two, he'd probably get dogpiled by all the little Monties if they were anything like his younger twin.

And then his gaze wandered to the behemoth of a BloodMoon. Lord he would NOT want to get on that guy's bad side, even if he did look peaceful now.

But at least there was two adult Monties here, so hopefully he wasn't about to be too overwhelmed here. Even if he was getting overstimulated by all the noise the baby Monties were making. He could deal with it, it wasn't like the mall back home.

Who....are they?

Milo wore Hawaiian shorts and star shaped glasses. His green areas were darker then a typical Monty. He lacked the yellow jaw, but had still had yellow elsewhere. His red mohawk was messy with matching chin and chest fuzz. His surfer dude voice could be heard as he pried a pool noodle out of a baby's mouth.

Enzo wore a white tank top and red trunks. His mohawk was black, jelled, and slick backed. It had come undone slightly. He also had thousands of black freckles on his shoulders and back. He was bigger then Milo and grumbled in a rough voice. His brown eyes watching the babies dutifully.

Nico grumbled a bit to himself. He knew that! He had meant what names they go by! Crossing his arms as he let out his own grumpy sigh, he stared at Milo before his attention was caught by the drawn on BloodMoon being introduced. Behemoth was his actual name? And he rescued the babies??

Hunter hadn't meant for the young gator to feel insulted.

Mhm. He's a Monty. Got a big mouth on him and can be annoying as hell. But I love 'im.

Milo came over holding a bunch of shredded pool noodles. "I'm surprised they got room for lunch. I thought they would've filled up on pool noodle ramen. Oh-"

He sees Nico.

Ba-luh-luh-luh.

Nico tapped his claws together, cringing internally at the title Milo gave him. This guy had to be way older than he was, no way were they the same mental age!

"I'm not sure why he split early...Ah, I'm sure he'll come back. I hope he does anyways. The babies bite him less then me. After this we're thinking of hittin' the Aracde, wanna join us?"

Nico was getting overwhelmed, that Hunter was correct to worry about. Yet at the same time Nico wanted to bond with other gator models outside of his family. Maybe he'd calm down once he was away from the babies. Nico was good with kids one on one, but even five kids was a little much for him.

Enzo comes back holding something. "Yer' damn right it's loud. I'd like to talk to Nico outside. Milo, why don't you get back in the pool the babies are done eating."

"Oh, they are. I'll go entertain them I guess. See you later al-"

"Don't you dare." Enzo grumbled.

"See you around Nico."

Milo gets about the center of the pool and Enzo calls out to him.

"Think fast Milo!" He tosses a box at him. Milo catches it and it's crushed under his grip. A sweet smell fills the air.

"The Gator Bait?...Wait..No. NO, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

The moment the smell reached the babies they turned feral. Pupils blew wide and they opened their mouths as they ran. They all dived into the pool and dog piled Milo.

Nico clarified, sighing as he started to rock on his heels.

We gonna wait for Milo or no?

"Wowee, they're like pirahans." He whistled.

I'd rather not risk leaving m' onesie behind.....thanks though. Also I dunno if you guys got anything blue. I do have my exceptions, but no way am I going anywhere without wearing blue.

Enzo walked out wearing a different white tank top and jeans. The only bit of care he put into his appearance was his hair. It had been re-jelled and he combed all the loose sprigs back.

Nico let out a puff of air, blowing his bangs out of his face. Milo and Enzo's fashion taste didn't really give him high hopes for finding anything that was decent. Even when he did wear jeans, they usually had to be stretchy or ripped, no in between.

I'm ready for the arcade.

The female Bloodmoon at the counter was leaned back inher chair. Her black jacket hung loosely on her shoulder. Her tank top had a pattern of spades and diamonds. Her hair was actually hundreds of cords tied into a ponytail. She flicked her wrist and produced four cards. She didn't look up from her magazine.

"Thank you, Roulette." Hunter said but refused a card.

He coughs before taking one of the cards, his blue glow clicking on from how embarrassed he felt.

T-Thank you....

"I don't remember who 'yer talking about and I don't care for drama. We game now."

Enzo turns to Nico.

Zombie shooters sounded more like Monty's thing, racers that weren't Mario Kart was more Elena's thing, and regular shooters seemed more like a Teek and Amy thing. Nico tried to look around for the air hockey table though, that seemed fun. And likely wouldn't blare out his audio receptors.

Enzo went to the machine and flipped the on switch. The machine emitted a gentle hum. He took up position at the left end.

Nico didn't really think to control his strength when he hit the puck with his striker. Laser-focused on getting the thing into the goal, so no surprise the thing went flying at Enzo like it did.

"Hole in one." Milo said.

This could spell trouble for Nico later on if he ended up getting pushed over the edge by something seemingly small, but in the meantime he'd be okay.

He wasn't counting on the idea that he'd end up losing, and it was only by one point! They'd been tied for so long and then he fumbled with accidentally punting the puck into his own goal.

I'm surprised you have a nephew, so does that mean you have a sibling? Or are you like me with multiple siblings?

Nico let go of the striker to join Enzo's side, curiously chirping at him before Milo gave him the compliment about his fangs. Glow clicked on and his hood pulled over his eyes, his tail curled up around his right leg.

During this conversation Enzo had started the game.

Milo turned to Nico, somehow defending his goal without looking.

"Why would I be weirded out by your teeth? They're deadly sharp, looking like a row of hole punchers. It's a sign of strength. You could really mess up the fool that gets in your business."

As for when Milo noted that his fangs were a sign of strength, Nico started to laugh nervously.

I, uh, don't r-really like messing people up. E-Even if they get in my business, I-I only really use my strength for defense.

"Speaking of, I saw those smiles Needle was giving you, dude. Her flirting went over your head."

Enzo scoffed. "Just cause a girls being nice, ain't mean she's flirting."

"She said come in for a fitting and then watched you leave. Actually, she's done that a lot now that I think about it-"

Whether Milo and Enzo picked up on the fact he's trans or not was up for debate.

Enzo shrugged at that outfit comment. "Simple outfit?....well I guess it can use some work. I only recently got to where I want to care about that."

Milo's face eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Enzo score the winning shot.

Milo turned back to Enzo. "Is it similar to when I...spooked MoonStruck?"

Enzo gave his full attention. "We shouldn't have too much trouble even if he's gone. If they give 'ya mean looks we'll shoo'em away. I guarantee 'ya they ain't got the guts to confront us. 'Yer staying and they'll just have to get over it."

Nico knew it couldn't have been Elena's friend who coincidentally had the same name. Was Missy another BloodMoon model like Hunter?

Nico clears his throatpipe, continuing to practically cling to Enzo.

"Stuck to you like glitter glue-FUCK!" Milo smacked the side of his head. Even he cringed at that one.

Milo was shaking his head.

"Sorry. I had to get rid of the coded responses that popped up. They are not helpful. Uh, I was originally just a side attraction for the golf course. Then they got the idea to add code to put me on the stage. Being forced to perform two contradicting roles wore me down. Like I gotta be a relaxed chill dude, but also a hip rock and roll star...but only when either is needed or expected of me. Plus, they added a security function. So, then I'm supposed to be chill dude or rockstar and be vigilant for crime in both roles. There is no place for me, just who I'm expected to be that day. It just made me feel so..."

He head tilted to the side and his eyes had a glazed look. Two voices spoke at once. One was Milo's. The other was deeper and gruff, but they both sounded hollow.

"Spilt."

He stared off into nothing for a moment, before blinking and shaking his head. He returned to his slouched posture.

Nico could feel himself loosening up around Enzo and Milo now that he started yapping about his own experience with being put into a role not meant for him.

Enzo grumbled and furiously rubbed the back of his head. "Hmm, yeah sorry. I calm down. I'm glad to hear you and 'yer family got out."

Enzo's eyes furrowed. "When did you get that?"

"Get what?"

"Milo."

"I'm an adult."

"Milo."

"I got it done at the marketplace yesterday. It's not hitting any sensors and is secured. Rosado recommended the booth. Do you think I'm dumb enough to do this myself?"

"He's gonna know."

"You should've saw what I painted on his back."

"Wha-"

"Yeah there's is a marketplace. All the stuff in the actual Sanctuary is free but in the marketplace currency depends on the vendor. The marketplace came afterwards, when a bunch of Bloodmoon's petitioned for it. It gotta pretty big really quickly. There's inter-dimensional trade happening. It's the warehouse beside the Sanctuary. Enzo's nephew has a shop-"

Milo blinked. "Oh, I thought it was just a knick knack shop. He paused then broke into laughter. "T-The coded response says Gnarly maaan."

He grips the hockey table and he doubles in laughter.

Her grey suit and pants were tailored to her contours. The heels gave her a few inches to her 5'6" self. Her left sleeve was primly rolled up, making room for the cast and sling.

Silver and red eyes look over the Gators as she holds a lit cigarette by a fang.

Holy shenron Missy really wasn't much shorter than his mom. And the grumpy demeanor...oh it was like having his dad's personality around strangers mixed with his mom's body.

"Yer' Sun ain't making ya' work with a broken arm, is he." Enzo asked. His tail curled closer to Nico protectively.

[I did say maybe a week ago or so that I'd want to rp at some point with Nico. Tossing the boy at the sanctuary]

Nico had, seemingly, a normal day post Algol breaking him. Hung out with Monty, practiced on his guitar a little, did a little hang out sesh with his boyfriend, the good stuff.

So color him terrified when he went to sleep in his bed and woke up in a completely different environment.

Nothing about this screamed "familiar location" to him.

Nothing he knew of existed in his dimension, nothing he knew of in a dimension he's visited either.

And of course the fact he woke up surrounded by strangers that were all paying no mind to him didn't help.

So what did he do? Speak up? Scream? Cry?

No, he froze up and went deathly quiet. Too many unfamiliar smells, too many noises, and no one familiar he could go to now that he was overwhelmed from everything.

Several Bloodmoons have noticed this stranger and are waiting for the Chief's verdict. The guards are watching but keeping distance fearing their amor and weapons might frighten this gator further.

Some don't like gators and are making this known through glares. They don't dare act with the guards watching and the Chief approaching. He wouldn't tolerate any child being made to feel unwelcome.

"Make way for the Chief!" One guard yelled and the other's parted, making a path.

"Hey, hey, you're not in trouble. This is the Bloodmoon Sanctuary, and you're more than welcome here."

His gaze travelled to the bystanders and though his expression was still kind the others quickly carried on with their business. Seems he didn't need to threaten to get his point across. He dismissed the guards with a wave of a hand.

Familiar, yes.

His anxious stimming with his claws turned to him rocking on his heels, tail swishing lowly behind him. Why would a rift open on his bed, and while he was asleep no less?

Fell asleep....woke up here. It's weird.

Nico coughed, realizing he had yet to introduce himself as well.

Mhm. Thank you.

Now that the commotion had died down the more friendlier Bloodmoon would wave at them.

It was now clear this building had once been a mega mall that was repurposed into a living space.

He led him to the Pool area and before he even opened the door baby gator squeaks could be heard.

Nico remembered when Elena and Terry were much the same way. Elena, when they'd been activated 3 years ago, would go about eating up anything and everything, including the furniture. Much of the same could be said about Terry when he came into their life a little over a year ago. Time sure did fly all this time.

Pandemonium was happening beyond the Pool room doors. Thirteen baby gators were scattered everywhere. They were all wearing floaties and were roughhousing, throwing around toys, or diving into the pool. There were several lifeguards including two adult Monties.

In the corner, leaning against the wall was a behemoth of a Bloodmoon. He was somehow sleeping through the noise. His rounded stomach was covered in finger paint prints of hands and childish doodles.

Nico wasn't expecting thirteen baby gator models. At max he was presuming less than ten at least.

Now he was tempted to jump into the pool himself, but for one he didn't have his swim clothes. For two, he'd probably get dogpiled by all the little Monties if they were anything like his younger twin.

And then his gaze wandered to the behemoth of a BloodMoon. Lord he would NOT want to get on that guy's bad side, even if he did look peaceful now.

But at least there was two adult Monties here, so hopefully he wasn't about to be too overwhelmed here. Even if he was getting overstimulated by all the noise the baby Monties were making. He could deal with it, it wasn't like the mall back home.

Who....are they?

Milo wore Hawaiian shorts and star shaped glasses. His green areas were darker then a typical Monty. He lacked the yellow jaw, but had still had yellow elsewhere. His red mohawk was messy with matching chin and chest fuzz. His surfer dude voice could be heard as he pried a pool noodle out of a baby's mouth.

Enzo wore a white tank top and red trunks. His mohawk was black, jelled, and slick backed. It had come undone slightly. He also had thousands of black freckles on his shoulders and back. He was bigger then Milo and grumbled in a rough voice. His brown eyes watching the babies dutifully.

Nico grumbled a bit to himself. He knew that! He had meant what names they go by! Crossing his arms as he let out his own grumpy sigh, he stared at Milo before his attention was caught by the drawn on BloodMoon being introduced. Behemoth was his actual name? And he rescued the babies??

Hunter hadn't meant for the young gator to feel insulted.

Mhm. He's a Monty. Got a big mouth on him and can be annoying as hell. But I love 'im.

Milo came over holding a bunch of shredded pool noodles. "I'm surprised they got room for lunch. I thought they would've filled up on pool noodle ramen. Oh-"

He sees Nico.

Ba-luh-luh-luh.

Nico tapped his claws together, cringing internally at the title Milo gave him. This guy had to be way older than he was, no way were they the same mental age!

"I'm not sure why he split early...Ah, I'm sure he'll come back. I hope he does anyways. The babies bite him less then me. After this we're thinking of hittin' the Aracde, wanna join us?"

Nico was getting overwhelmed, that Hunter was correct to worry about. Yet at the same time Nico wanted to bond with other gator models outside of his family. Maybe he'd calm down once he was away from the babies. Nico was good with kids one on one, but even five kids was a little much for him.

Enzo comes back holding something. "Yer' damn right it's loud. I'd like to talk to Nico outside. Milo, why don't you get back in the pool the babies are done eating."

"Oh, they are. I'll go entertain them I guess. See you later al-"

"Don't you dare." Enzo grumbled.

"See you around Nico."

Milo gets about the center of the pool and Enzo calls out to him.

"Think fast Milo!" He tosses a box at him. Milo catches it and it's crushed under his grip. A sweet smell fills the air.

"The Gator Bait?...Wait..No. NO, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

The moment the smell reached the babies they turned feral. Pupils blew wide and they opened their mouths as they ran. They all dived into the pool and dog piled Milo.

Nico clarified, sighing as he started to rock on his heels.

We gonna wait for Milo or no?

"Wowee, they're like pirahans." He whistled.

I'd rather not risk leaving m' onesie behind.....thanks though. Also I dunno if you guys got anything blue. I do have my exceptions, but no way am I going anywhere without wearing blue.

Enzo walked out wearing a different white tank top and jeans. The only bit of care he put into his appearance was his hair. It had been re-jelled and he combed all the loose sprigs back.

Nico let out a puff of air, blowing his bangs out of his face. Milo and Enzo's fashion taste didn't really give him high hopes for finding anything that was decent. Even when he did wear jeans, they usually had to be stretchy or ripped, no in between.

I'm ready for the arcade.

The female Bloodmoon at the counter was leaned back inher chair. Her black jacket hung loosely on her shoulder. Her tank top had a pattern of spades and diamonds. Her hair was actually hundreds of cords tied into a ponytail. She flicked her wrist and produced four cards. She didn't look up from her magazine.

"Thank you, Roulette." Hunter said but refused a card.

He coughs before taking one of the cards, his blue glow clicking on from how embarrassed he felt.

T-Thank you....

"I don't remember who 'yer talking about and I don't care for drama. We game now."

Enzo turns to Nico.

Zombie shooters sounded more like Monty's thing, racers that weren't Mario Kart was more Elena's thing, and regular shooters seemed more like a Teek and Amy thing. Nico tried to look around for the air hockey table though, that seemed fun. And likely wouldn't blare out his audio receptors.

Enzo went to the machine and flipped the on switch. The machine emitted a gentle hum. He took up position at the left end.

Nico didn't really think to control his strength when he hit the puck with his striker. Laser-focused on getting the thing into the goal, so no surprise the thing went flying at Enzo like it did.

"Hole in one." Milo said.

This could spell trouble for Nico later on if he ended up getting pushed over the edge by something seemingly small, but in the meantime he'd be okay.

He wasn't counting on the idea that he'd end up losing, and it was only by one point! They'd been tied for so long and then he fumbled with accidentally punting the puck into his own goal.

I'm surprised you have a nephew, so does that mean you have a sibling? Or are you like me with multiple siblings?

Nico let go of the striker to join Enzo's side, curiously chirping at him before Milo gave him the compliment about his fangs. Glow clicked on and his hood pulled over his eyes, his tail curled up around his right leg.

During this conversation Enzo had started the game.

Milo turned to Nico, somehow defending his goal without looking.

"Why would I be weirded out by your teeth? They're deadly sharp, looking like a row of hole punchers. It's a sign of strength. You could really mess up the fool that gets in your business."

As for when Milo noted that his fangs were a sign of strength, Nico started to laugh nervously.

I, uh, don't r-really like messing people up. E-Even if they get in my business, I-I only really use my strength for defense.

"Speaking of, I saw those smiles Needle was giving you, dude. Her flirting went over your head."

Enzo scoffed. "Just cause a girls being nice, ain't mean she's flirting."

"She said come in for a fitting and then watched you leave. Actually, she's done that a lot now that I think about it-"

Whether Milo and Enzo picked up on the fact he's trans or not was up for debate.

Enzo shrugged at that outfit comment. "Simple outfit?....well I guess it can use some work. I only recently got to where I want to care about that."

Milo's face eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Enzo score the winning shot.

Milo turned back to Enzo. "Is it similar to when I...spooked MoonStruck?"

Enzo gave his full attention. "We shouldn't have too much trouble even if he's gone. If they give 'ya mean looks we'll shoo'em away. I guarantee 'ya they ain't got the guts to confront us. 'Yer staying and they'll just have to get over it."

Nico knew it couldn't have been Elena's friend who coincidentally had the same name. Was Missy another BloodMoon model like Hunter?

Nico clears his throatpipe, continuing to practically cling to Enzo.

"Stuck to you like glitter glue-FUCK!" Milo smacked the side of his head. Even he cringed at that one.

Milo was shaking his head.

"Sorry. I had to get rid of the coded responses that popped up. They are not helpful. Uh, I was originally just a side attraction for the golf course. Then they got the idea to add code to put me on the stage. Being forced to perform two contradicting roles wore me down. Like I gotta be a relaxed chill dude, but also a hip rock and roll star...but only when either is needed or expected of me. Plus, they added a security function. So, then I'm supposed to be chill dude or rockstar and be vigilant for crime in both roles. There is no place for me, just who I'm expected to be that day. It just made me feel so..."

He head tilted to the side and his eyes had a glazed look. Two voices spoke at once. One was Milo's. The other was deeper and gruff, but they both sounded hollow.

"Spilt."

He stared off into nothing for a moment, before blinking and shaking his head. He returned to his slouched posture.

Nico could feel himself loosening up around Enzo and Milo now that he started yapping about his own experience with being put into a role not meant for him.

Enzo grumbled and furiously rubbed the back of his head. "Hmm, yeah sorry. I calm down. I'm glad to hear you and 'yer family got out."

Enzo's eyes furrowed. "When did you get that?"

"Get what?"

"Milo."

"I'm an adult."

"Milo."

"I got it done at the marketplace yesterday. It's not hitting any sensors and is secured. Rosado recommended the booth. Do you think I'm dumb enough to do this myself?"

"He's gonna know."

"You should've saw what I painted on his back."

"Wha-"

"Yeah there's is a marketplace. All the stuff in the actual Sanctuary is free but in the marketplace currency depends on the vendor. The marketplace came afterwards, when a bunch of Bloodmoon's petitioned for it. It gotta pretty big really quickly. There's inter-dimensional trade happening. It's the warehouse beside the Sanctuary. Enzo's nephew has a shop-"

Milo blinked. "Oh, I thought it was just a knick knack shop. He paused then broke into laughter. "T-The coded response says Gnarly maaan."

He grips the hockey table and he doubles in laughter.

Her grey suit and pants were tailored to her contours. The heels gave her a few inches to her 5'6" self. Her left sleeve was primly rolled up, making room for the cast and sling.

Silver and red eyes look over the Gators as she holds a lit cigarette by a fang.

[I did say maybe a week ago or so that I'd want to rp at some point with Nico. Tossing the boy at the sanctuary]

Nico had, seemingly, a normal day post Algol breaking him. Hung out with Monty, practiced on his guitar a little, did a little hang out sesh with his boyfriend, the good stuff.

So color him terrified when he went to sleep in his bed and woke up in a completely different environment.

Nothing about this screamed "familiar location" to him.

Nothing he knew of existed in his dimension, nothing he knew of in a dimension he's visited either.

And of course the fact he woke up surrounded by strangers that were all paying no mind to him didn't help.

So what did he do? Speak up? Scream? Cry?

No, he froze up and went deathly quiet. Too many unfamiliar smells, too many noises, and no one familiar he could go to now that he was overwhelmed from everything.

Several Bloodmoons have noticed this stranger and are waiting for the Chief's verdict. The guards are watching but keeping distance fearing their amor and weapons might frighten this gator further.

Some don't like gators and are making this known through glares. They don't dare act with the guards watching and the Chief approaching. He wouldn't tolerate any child being made to feel unwelcome.

"Make way for the Chief!" One guard yelled and the other's parted, making a path.

"Hey, hey, you're not in trouble. This is the Bloodmoon Sanctuary, and you're more than welcome here."

His gaze travelled to the bystanders and though his expression was still kind the others quickly carried on with their business. Seems he didn't need to threaten to get his point across. He dismissed the guards with a wave of a hand.

Familiar, yes.

His anxious stimming with his claws turned to him rocking on his heels, tail swishing lowly behind him. Why would a rift open on his bed, and while he was asleep no less?

Fell asleep....woke up here. It's weird.

Nico coughed, realizing he had yet to introduce himself as well.

Mhm. Thank you.

Now that the commotion had died down the more friendlier Bloodmoon would wave at them.

It was now clear this building had once been a mega mall that was repurposed into a living space.

He led him to the Pool area and before he even opened the door baby gator squeaks could be heard.

Nico remembered when Elena and Terry were much the same way. Elena, when they'd been activated 3 years ago, would go about eating up anything and everything, including the furniture. Much of the same could be said about Terry when he came into their life a little over a year ago. Time sure did fly all this time.

Pandemonium was happening beyond the Pool room doors. Thirteen baby gators were scattered everywhere. They were all wearing floaties and were roughhousing, throwing around toys, or diving into the pool. There were several lifeguards including two adult Monties.

In the corner, leaning against the wall was a behemoth of a Bloodmoon. He was somehow sleeping through the noise. His rounded stomach was covered in finger paint prints of hands and childish doodles.

Nico wasn't expecting thirteen baby gator models. At max he was presuming less than ten at least.

Now he was tempted to jump into the pool himself, but for one he didn't have his swim clothes. For two, he'd probably get dogpiled by all the little Monties if they were anything like his younger twin.

And then his gaze wandered to the behemoth of a BloodMoon. Lord he would NOT want to get on that guy's bad side, even if he did look peaceful now.

But at least there was two adult Monties here, so hopefully he wasn't about to be too overwhelmed here. Even if he was getting overstimulated by all the noise the baby Monties were making. He could deal with it, it wasn't like the mall back home.

Who....are they?

Milo wore Hawaiian shorts and star shaped glasses. His green areas were darker then a typical Monty. He lacked the yellow jaw, but had still had yellow elsewhere. His red mohawk was messy with matching chin and chest fuzz. His surfer dude voice could be heard as he pried a pool noodle out of a baby's mouth.

Enzo wore a white tank top and red trunks. His mohawk was black, jelled, and slick backed. It had come undone slightly. He also had thousands of black freckles on his shoulders and back. He was bigger then Milo and grumbled in a rough voice. His brown eyes watching the babies dutifully.

Nico grumbled a bit to himself. He knew that! He had meant what names they go by! Crossing his arms as he let out his own grumpy sigh, he stared at Milo before his attention was caught by the drawn on BloodMoon being introduced. Behemoth was his actual name? And he rescued the babies??

Hunter hadn't meant for the young gator to feel insulted.