misc brcu art from last month. i hc blame and elmer to be brothers and bryce is their mom and bobby is their dad and donovan is their step-dad lmao. not like biological or anything but just their dynamics. also ik i havent drawn sam but i love sam and blame’s relationship too... foster dad and boy <3 yes i can talk abt blame all day hes my favorite yes i need ignacio back i think abt him all the time ignacio and sebastian is my emotional support childhood bestfriends duo
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Summary: running in an endless maze, she takes cover and hides from him. eventually, having to come to terms on choosing between choices that can weaken or strengthen the rate of her survival, she trembles in despair at the idea of how it all may end.
Author's Note:
- characters belong to brandon rogers on youtube
- Listen to 'After Dark by Mr. Kitty' in a loop to enhance the experience!
➵ SOFT SIDE MASTERLIST
Click Keep Reading only if you have read the warnings/ratings and understand that these one shots may not avoid listing spoilers of the shows; blame the hero & the british series
The taste of metal runs down her throat. It burns.
She runs down the path, desperately looking for somewhere to hide.
Her chest heaved as she drew in huge gasps of air while forcing herself to ignore the agony in her legs.
A HUFF escapes her lips as she falls hands first onto the black carpet beneath her.
She holds in a groan, feeling the stinging of her palms and knees.
“Fuck.” She lets out quietly under a breath.
With her last bit of strength, she quickly crawls behind structures to hide, checking if the coast is clear then repeat.
The arena in which she is in is gigantic.
A maze which consists of hideouts of different shapes and sizes.
The maze resembles themes of space, fantasy worlds, sci-fi themes, and PC games.
Under black lights, they all illuminate in neon colours, blindingly contrasting with the black walls and carpets.
Though they consist of nostalgic themes, the reason for her presence in this arena is rather undesirable.
Turning the corner, she hides behind a barrier.
Peering through the hole of it, she can see a tall figure far on the other side.
The rippings of his neon sleeveless shirt show visible deep wounds on his abdomens, arms, stains upon his clothes and even on his pale skin.
He strides and stumbles on and around barricades, carefully inspecting them then hissing out his frustrations.
Her breaths remain heavy.
Unable to control them, she places a hand on the lower half of her own face, gripping her machine gun tight with the other.
Her back now against the barrier and her eyes shut closed.
“Bryceeee,” He says starting off with a sing-songy tone until it turns rageful.
“You can run but you can’t hide foreveeer.” His steps slowly become apparent and closer.
Her eyes shut open and her heart drops at the sound of his voice.
“Bobby?” In disbelief, she whispers to herself.
His footsteps stop.
Her heart is racing at a hundred miles per hour.
It made her want to hurl.
She can sense his presence nearby.
From all her years of experiencing carnage, from her past life of transplanting hearts to herself, the smell on him was overwhelmingly familiar.
Skunky, sulfurous, rusty and fecal.
She chokes on her breath knowing her choices are limited.
Make a run for the stairs and possibly get caught by him? Or take away the life of the man she loves in order to ensure her own safety?
Is this it? She thinks to herself.
Her vision begins to blur, feeling her eyes sting.
Is this how I’ll die? …. Loving the very man who will kill me…. The very last face I’ll see…. before I take my very last breath?
Instead of making a run for it or gun him down, she comes to accept her fate.
She loosens the grip of her machine gun and lets it swing by her hand, taking a deep breath, and admiring the sound of silence.
A sound that she’ll be the closest to ever experiencing peace. She smiles.
CLANG — CLING — CLANG
His furious growl is loud and echoes through the arena.
She peeks through the hole again.
The sound seeming to have come from the other far end of the maze.
Fists are clenched as his back is turnt to the structure she hides behind.
Desperation gets the best of him as he begins to march his way to the sound. She feels the tension in her neck release. Now only one problem remains, he still wasn’t far enough.
Now, new choices present themselves to her.
Take the risk and run up the stairs --- godspeed? Or stay in place and remain silent?
Both had their fair share of probable success and failure. But soon enough, she is disrupted of her own thoughts.
“Sir! — Please! — Help me!” The voice of a young boy shouts through panting.
He stands in front of Bobby. His hands on his own knees, attempting to catch his own breath.
“Please — I don’t know what’s going on sir — I-– I-– I’m really scared.”
“Scared?” Bobby repeats. The boy nods.
“No need to be scared…. I will help you…. I WILL SET YOU FREE FROM YOUR OWN DICK-WRENCHING FEAR!”
With a harsh grip of the young boy’s arm, the little boy begins to feel unsettled. He struggles to free himself from Bobby’s grasp, panting heavily again.
“What are you doing? — Please! — Let me go!” Cries the little boy.
Bobby pulls out his machine gun and points it at his victim’s forehead.
“NO! — PLEASE! — I’LL DO ANY—”
BOOM!
Remaining hidden behind the barrier, she flinches at the loud sound.
Holding up a hand to her own mouth, she barely manages to save the whimper that escaped her lips.
With a flick of his tongue, he savours the taste of metallic red liquid splattered on his face and his clothes.
Releasing the collar of the little boy’s shirt, his corpse thuds loudly on the ground.
“By your incapability of not being able to stop me from shooting the boy, Bryce, I can tell what kind of woman you are…..”
He steps over his corpse, continuing his search, still not far enough but his back remained turnt to where she hid.
“I now know you wouldn’t be a good mother to our future child… That’s for sure… But the idea of you underneath me… makes my insides tingle…”
Her steps are ever so light, she slowly makes her way to the stairs.
A breath of relief releases as her foot is over the first step, and just as her second step comes in, her hope is nothing but a mere illusion.
HISS - HISS
“Boss?”
HISS - HISS
“Boss, are you there?”
Clipped onto the collar of her office red jacket is a radio-transmitter. The loud hissing and voice of Donovan stops Bobby in his tracks.
Bobby turns and Bryce feels the hairs of her neck stand.
Their eyes which were once the free passages of each others’ souls were no longer.
His are bloodshot, hooded with dark circles under.
And hers were of a reindeer caught up in a headlight.
Coming to her senses, Bryce speeds up the stairs.
No looking back.
Her focus entirely on finding the exit door.
Dodging through obstacles and structures, she becomes breathless, collapsing on the ground.
But to her luck, the door of freedom stood right in front of her, with a sign that read:
California’s Best Laser Tag Arena — The After Dark: Exit Door.
Sitting up against the wall and behind a shelter, she unclips her radio transmitter, putting it to her lips.
“Donovan? Donovan, do you copy?”
HISS — HISS
“Boss, I can hear you.”
HISS — HISS
“Where are you?”
“I’m by the exit door, Donovan. I found it.” She says brushing her hand against it.
“Boss — I only copied exit door.”
“Yes Donovan! Please hurry!”
HISS - HISS
“Boss you’re breaking up-”
HISS - HISS
“Donovan? DONOVAN?”
She smacks the small device angrily. “Stupid piece of shit!”
Hissing, shouting and screaming comes in through the transmitter. Donovan’s scream. Blood curdling and gruesome. Then, a shot of a bullet goes off in the distance.
Her breath hitches. A tear runs down her eye.
Why Bobby? Why? She internally asks herself.
Standing to her feet, she remains hidden.
Digging her hand inside her pocket, she pulls out her favourite pistol. Her golden pistol. Both her hands grip it, arms extended, scanning her surroundings.
In the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a dark silhouette.
Her lips quiver and her arms become wary.
She winces at the sudden sound of shifting around her.
She turns, her pointing finger over the trigger.
A strong and fast swoosh of wind sweeps past her back then, immediately, she’s violently snatched by her waist.
It places her over its shoulder and the feeling of another arm tightening itself over her legs.
“Put me down!” She demands, punching the back of whoever this menace was.
“No… I won’t… You’re mine… Mine forever… FOR ETERNITY!” He evilly cackles.
“Bobby, let go of me now!” She shouts, her leg perfectly kicking his crotch.
He lets out an OOMPH pushing her against a corner. His figure blocking her from leaving.
“Fine… Just this once… Your feisty-ness is what keeps me glued to you anyway…”
His eyes look so different.
They don’t even look like they’re his.
They’re glowing yellow, his teeth pointy and sharp like a shark as blood drips from his mouth onto his own shirt.
He leans into her face with a grotesque smile.
“Kiss me.”
“Bobby! — Stop! — What has gotten into you?” She cries.
Her head turning to the side, avoiding the bloody pool of his lips.
“Your love did.”
And with that, his fingers grip her chin and force her lips to collide with his.
Her body tenses under him.
“Bobby! Stop!” She shoves him away.
A bloody smirk appears on his face with a devilish look in his eyes. A look of determination. A look of wanting control.
He begins to step close to her once more.
His arm over her head and his thigh between her legs.
His breath over her neck.
But this time, he places the muzzle of his machine gun on her chest.
“Look what’s happened to us…” The feeling of his breath makes her twitch.
“Fighting against each other, hm? After all we went through together?” He whispers softly.
Her face is burning.
The muzzle of his machine gun pushed further into her chest.
Her heart is pounding.
Her pistol on the ground, long forgotten.
Now only a hair away from his face.
From his lips.
A part of her felt relieved.
Relieved knowing she’d be killed by him.
And no one else.
She felt satisfied in knowing she wouldn’t have it any other way.
CLICK
Her eyes shut close.
An utter high-pitched piercing scream of terror escapes her lips, making his ears ring.
Her back drags down the wall.
Weakly, in an attempt to protect herself, she forms her body into a ball.
Her eyes remain closed.
“Bryce, what’s wrong?” He asks, his hand touching her knee.
She slaps it away. “Please! — Don’t! — Not again!”
On his knees, he grabs her wrists. She struggles to release herself from his grip.
“I beg you, Bobby! Please! Don’t kill me!”
He feels his eyes sting in disbelief of what she’s saying.
“Bryce what are you talking about? — I’d never do that in a million fucking years!”
His arms now wrap around her.
Petting her hair and rubbing her back.
Her head now lies in the crook of his neck.
He showers her with a bunch of kisses.
“Bryce — open your eyes — tell me… what’s wrong?” In a hushed voice, he whispers to her ear.
He steps back and she opens her eyes.
He’s dressed in a laser tag infrared vest with a laser tag gun in his hands.
His clothes look clean, his eyes look lively and his hair looks combed.
His face with an expression of worry.
Donovan and a little boy make their way to the scene, now standing next to Bobby. Both in vests and laser tag guns in their hands, just like Bobby.
“We heard commotion — Is everything alright?” Donovan asks, looking at Bobby then at Bryce.
She looks down at herself, exhaling in relief.
A vest wrapped around her and a laser tag gun on the floor next to her.
“I have to go now!” The little boy says with a lisp, missing his two front teeth.
Donovan gives him an open smile, waving each other goodbye. Bobby rolls his eyes, annoyed.
Hands in one another, Bobby pulls her up to her feet.
She falls in his arms.
Eyes glossy looking into his.
She hugs him tightly, nearly knocking him over by her strength. But then shortly, he holds her tightly too.
Without thought, she pulls him into a deep wet sloppy kiss.
He lets out a small moan, pushing her head closer with his hand.
Bobby parts first, licking his lips.
His hands gripping her arms, he pulls her in close and whispers into her ear,
“Woah, woah you…”
He looks into her eyes, a seductive look.
“How about we continue this at home?…” He whispers.
They both turn to look at Donovan, his hand covering his own eyes.
She chuckles in embarrassment, feeling her cheeks heat up.
Her arm around Bobby’s waist and his over her shoulders, she lets out a sigh of relief never feeling safer anywhere else but his arms.
Bobby looks down at her with worry.
"Can you please tell me what happened?"
Attempting to comfort him, she gives him a forced smile, which in turn Bobby can point the inauthenticity of it.
"I'm alright, Bobby... You don't need to worry." She pats his shoulder, walking past him.
He frowns, fidgeting with the trigger of his laser tag gun.
She stumbles between her steps, caught by Bobby, she places a hand to her own forehead.
“What’s wrong? Tell me… What is it?” Bobby begs, putting the back of his hand on her forehead to feel her temperature.
“I think I ate too many of those weed brownies that young latino thug gave us.”
“Guess that means we need to return home.” Donovan says.
Bobby nods in agreement as Bryce lets out a burp.
As they make their way back to the stairway, Bobby looks back at the corner in which they once were in.
"Bryce," He says, his head turns to look down at her in his arms.
She's huddled in close. Her head looking up at the mention of her name.
"Yes, Bobby?"
His brows furrow.
"When we get home... could you please tell me what happened?"
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Uhhh my attempt at a BobbyBryce fanfic where near the end of episode 3 of BTH they don’t die
Bryce was completely fucked, or at least so she thought. The diabolical woman couldn’t force herself to kill her childhood lover and former friend, Bobby Best. Or Worst, as he was calling himself nowadays. Bobby had stabbed Bryce in the chest about four times.
The once all powerful business woman crawled away from the villain. Going into hiding was extremely unlike Bryce. However, she was weak from the stabbing and she needed a new heart, fast.
“It’s OVER Bryce. I’ve won!”
Bobby shouted at the woman. He started to make his way towards her.
“It’s never over Bobby. And you haven’t won yet. That idiot thug has escaped. Your gay sidekicks are dead. How else can you possibly win?”
Bryce replied back as she shakily stood up. The eldest Elmer’s heart was dying on her. The business woman needed to escape and find a new heart.
“Because you’re dying! You murdered my dad! This is revenge for all those years of prison I had.”
The green skinned villain replied. He gripped the knife. Bobby was going to kill this bitch one way or another.
“Bobby, look at yourself. You’ve became the worst version of yourself. Is this what you really wanted to become?”
Bryce asked shakily. Now this was extremely unlike the CEO. No one had ever heard the hint of fear in her voice. The woman was actually afraid of Bobby.
“. . . Bryc-“
Bobby started until he felt a spring of pain and blood flow out of his arm. His eyes looked at a familiar golden pistol that the business woman held. Then the villain realized that he got shot and screamed in pain.
“IT’S NOT FAIR”
The villain shouted as Bryce made her get away. She held the golden pistol close as she stumbled across the street and discovered an old beat up car.
After hot wiring the car, Bryce sped away from the cornhole cafe. She was going to need to find another bunker in order to survive.
