#fetchmesomescrap

Yeah, unfortunately my muse for some of the threads I have has just absolutely died. I will @ everyone that I am dropping threads with, and give a link to the thread in question. 

You are more than welcome to thread with me again, and to assume that our thread finished off-screen if you’d like. That’s what I’m going to assume, so if you want to thread retconned or something then you’ll have to message me.

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@em-dualism (x)

@robotiic-natiion (x) (we currently have 2 threads; i’m only dropping 1)

YOU HEAR THAT? THAT’S ANGST

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It took Martha a second to register anything beyond the pain. It was suffocating, not even her robotic legs could keep her up after such an impact. How far did she just slide? 20, 30 feet? The asphalt could tell anyone honestly.

Red eyes blinked through blurry vision up at the two figures above her. ..What were they saying, what were they doing? Everything was cold and painful and numb and burning. She opened her mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out was a choked, pained cry. Even if she felt the tears going down her face, she wouldn’t have been able to stop them.

Was she dying? Was this it? Just as she was starting to peek out of her shell, just as she was finally letting someone in.. Just like that, it meant nothing. She’d be gone, just as she was getting a shred of hope, a shred of love. 

She didn’t want to go.

She didn’t want to die.

Martha squeezed Fetch’s hand, shaking and with a fraction of the strength she usually had.

Her vision was going dark, she could feel her heart slow despite her fear. She had to say something, anything, but she couldn’t get a word out. Hardly a sound beyond a cry, or a garbled choke.

In the back of her mind, as consciousness began to fade, she was both glad and horrified that the last people she saw weren’t family, but still cared.

It was ironic in a way, the moment she was desperate to say her piece, 

Boxmore. They were being oddly quiet today. And the past few days. It made Shadowy Figure wonder what they were up to. Boxmore was of some relevance when it came to KO, after all. And his boss’s company had some kind of partnership with them.

But mostly, he was curious.

So Shadowy Figure slunk past all the plaza cameras and buildings. When he came to the road, he glanced to either side before teleporting over it. He stepped up to the front door and watched the inside. Lines of Darrels and Raymonds and the occasional Ernesto walked past. It seemed the factory stepped up security.

He didn’t want to get into a fight today, so he just walked away and towards one of the assembly line windows. Inside, he saw the assembly line, some machinery building robots, and plenty of open space. Shadowy Figure teleported in.

And the lack of security here surprised him. A little. Sticking to the wall, Shadowy stuck his hands in his pockets and strode through the factory until he heard what sounded like something welding metal passing a door. None of the construction machinery had made that sound. So what was?

He slipped inside to find out.

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As Fetch pulled away, Pan knew that he had messed up. Regret knotted in his gut as he refrained from reaching out to her again. What could he do?

Pan shut his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling his spirit. It was still there, in him, in full force. Good. That meant that he would be able to use his powers. With another breath, he made his spirit exude calm and safety. This particular sensation was something he had learned how to do back at P.O.I.N.T. Prep, and he never expected to use it on a villain. He was glad he was able to, though. Maybe he did pick up a thing or two from hero school?

@fetchmesomescrap continued from here

“Don’t worry about it.”