Reagent #10915

( @yourbuddybonnie )

( @yourbuddybonnie )

( @yourbuddybonnie )

"Why would you not knowing y' old man, while I get to remember mine, make me feel better?" Not that he's bitter about it — no, not at all!

"But at least you have enough between y' ears t' know not t' stand in my way! Hehe!"

[ @yourbuddybonnie ]

There's no need for hollow greetings between us. You don't celebrate me. You bleed for me.

You become the lesson for all the other lost children who still think they can run from what they truly need.

Let me guess, we’re playing the Candy Land board game with you, Franco? ((Ooo fun!! Thanks for the tag!! ))

“I was joking…but I don't see harm in playing a sweet little game for sweet little folks.” And Bonnie points at the PA with a stupid grin.

…

And so, the reagent Bonnie does just that, balancing on one of those heavy duty blue barrels, close enough that his one good eye is right in the lens. His motives are questionable…

“Wastin’ every one's time…yep…maybe I can get the pouncer to look at another one…hmm…maybe… persuade a pa…I’m good with words yeah…”

[ @yourbuddybonnie ]

You think this little act of rebellion is going to buy you something? Time? Attention? A chance to whisper sweet nothings to my Pouncers and turn them against their handler? How quaint. You're wasting everyone's time, just like you said… including your own.

— @cliffs-journal

[⚡ sender grabs receiver before they can fall]

Thank whoever was out there watching Bonnie…

In this case, it was Cliff who caught the man before he could fall to his death over that gap in the train depot, at the docks. The man-child’s territory.

“Shit! Shit shirt shit—” Bonnie dug his nails into Cliff’s arm as he tried to pull himself up, his legs kicking wildly below.

"I got you, I got ya," he murmured, managing to pull Bonnie back up and onto the platform. Once his friend was safe, he let out a sigh of relief and let go.

“I-I’m fine!” Bonnie wheezes and lies flat on the ground after being rescued. “Outta breath, but y’know? Still here thanks to you…” A solid pat on the arm is given.

“Good job…just give me a minute, it's not like they can follow us across.” Imagine that, if the expop start tossing their friends across ravines…

Admittedly, yeah the grip on his arm was rough. He wouldn't need bandages or even a small thing of medicine, but it still felt unpleasant. With little red marks forming where Bonnie was gripping he scratched at them the best he could through the red rubber gloves that came with his outfit.

“Y’know…?” Bonnie starts to sit up, looking across where he just jumped at.

“…As a token of my gratitude and such.” He waved his arm absent-mindedly as if it didn't matter. It did. It meant a lot to him. Cliff could've been an imposter Cliff and stabbed him right as he got across, but that didnt seem like it would happen, or worse he could've left Bonnie to dangle for the hungry expop to come and find him.

"Mhm..." he hummed while raising to his feet, wiping a bit of dust and grime from the trial off of his clothes. "I'll hold you to that."

Bonnie didn't really want to split up either, he liked the lonely wanderer persona yet if he got stuck in another situation without Cliff nearby he might be done for. However, Franco’s really protective of his “candy” and staying together is going to make them easy targets.

“Look, I’ll be fine this time, I'll stay quiet and take the long way back to the cart, no jumping over dangerous stuff and—ah.” He sounded surprised when gifted the medicine, he’s usually the guy giving away all these things. Kind gestures like that really meant something out here.

— @cliffs-journal

[⚡ sender grabs receiver before they can fall]

Thank whoever was out there watching Bonnie…

In this case, it was Cliff who caught the man before he could fall to his death over that gap in the train depot, at the docks. The man-child’s territory.

“Shit! Shit shirt shit—” Bonnie dug his nails into Cliff’s arm as he tried to pull himself up, his legs kicking wildly below.

"I got you, I got ya," he murmured, managing to pull Bonnie back up and onto the platform. Once his friend was safe, he let out a sigh of relief and let go.

“I-I’m fine!” Bonnie wheezes and lies flat on the ground after being rescued. “Outta breath, but y’know? Still here thanks to you…” A solid pat on the arm is given.

“Good job…just give me a minute, it's not like they can follow us across.” Imagine that, if the expop start tossing their friends across ravines…

Admittedly, yeah the grip on his arm was rough. He wouldn't need bandages or even a small thing of medicine, but it still felt unpleasant. With little red marks forming where Bonnie was gripping he scratched at them the best he could through the red rubber gloves that came with his outfit.

“Y’know…?” Bonnie starts to sit up, looking across where he just jumped at.

“…As a token of my gratitude and such.” He waved his arm absent-mindedly as if it didn't matter. It did. It meant a lot to him. Cliff could've been an imposter Cliff and stabbed him right as he got across, but that didnt seem like it would happen, or worse he could've left Bonnie to dangle for the hungry expop to come and find him.

— @cliffs-journal

[⚡ sender grabs receiver before they can fall]

Thank whoever was out there watching Bonnie…

In this case, it was Cliff who caught the man before he could fall to his death over that gap in the train depot, at the docks. The man-child’s territory.

“Shit! Shit shirt shit—” Bonnie dug his nails into Cliff’s arm as he tried to pull himself up, his legs kicking wildly below.

"I got you, I got ya," he murmured, managing to pull Bonnie back up and onto the platform. Once his friend was safe, he let out a sigh of relief and let go.

“I-I’m fine!” Bonnie wheezes and lies flat on the ground after being rescued. “Outta breath, but y’know? Still here thanks to you…” A solid pat on the arm is given.

“Good job…just give me a minute, it's not like they can follow us across.” Imagine that, if the expop start tossing their friends across ravines…

Did you hide all the bricks and bottles before I arrived?

[ @yourbuddybonnie ]

[ @yourbuddybonnie ]

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"No." Too tired to tell a lie; too tired to make a joke of it. Was it so clear on his face that he had been neglecting his rest? Would anyone blame him?

The last few days have been riddled with nightmares of gargantuan proportions, at least to Franco Barbi. Nothing involving the facility and these trials, mind you, but rather memories of when he was a child. If there was anything in this world that Franco feared, it was his father; Salvatore Barbi. If they thought Franco had a temper, his father's was worse and he found himself at the receiving end of many a beating; sometimes for nothing at all. The worst of them had been when his father had found out about the affair between the young Barbi and his fourth wife, Angelina. No more than a few years older than Franco and absolutely stunning; she had been one of the few women Franco ever found himself... responding to. When his father found out about the two of them, he nearly beat Franco to death, only sparing the boy because of the blood they shared.

Then Franco was banished from Louisiana.

Imagine that; being forced away from home because of some stupid, irresponsible (and disgusting, some might say) mistake you've made when hormones were running high and attention was all you desired. His nightmares had been a constant reminder of the shame and embarrassment he felt being caught and the utter terror he felt when his father laid hands upon him once more; a reminder that the cold fingers of death nearly claimed the dwarf that day. His father was a terrible, giant monster in his nightmares that chased little Barbi stuck in a body yet to experience puberty and though he always woke up before he was caught, the chase was terrifying enough — he felt much like Snow White running through the forest, only the forest was something out of Alice in Wonderland and it was dark, and scary, and loud, and bright, and big, and too small all at once.

No, he hadn't been getting any sleep. He didn't want to with dreams like those.

“Well, you look like shit.” Bonnie was used to seeing the tired eyes of his fellow reagents, their energy depleted from the chase, the misery, the loss of a successful trial and the guilt they would face once they returned back to the sleep room, Easterman’s criticisms tended to hurt more then others depending on the person’s dedication. It wasn't Bonnie’s job to get that “How High” praises out of their heads but to at least comfort them, help them rest before they charge right back into it.

He doubted the stolen coffee and candy in his pocket would help a prime asset, maybe kneeling over and dying would do something. He chuckled at his own foolish thoughts, probably making Franco think he was laughing at him.

Cautiously, Bonnie poked his head out of the locker, deciding it might be safe to come out and speak to Franco, man to man or whatever.

“Why am I asking? Well, has anyone here asked about your well-being? Mama raised a polite gentleman, and I tend to keep it that way…” He answers with a strict nod, stepping out of his hiding space and tiptoeing into the light were Franco could see him, his arms raised up in surrender.

Bonnie stares back.

a compilation of action based ask prompts with two variants for different perspectives. there is a mix of romantic, platonic and antagonistic dynamics.

sender:

💋 sender brushes a kiss against receiver’s forehead

🗡️ sender stabs receiver from behind

🤝 sender offers their hand to receiver after a fall

🩸 sender wipes blood from receiver’s lip with their thumb

🛡️ sender steps in front of receiver to shield them

🔥 sender grabs receiver’s wrist to stop them from leaving

👑 sender adjusts receiver’s crown, hat or headpiece

🌙 sender tucks a loose strand of hair behind receiver’s ear

⚔️ sender disarms receiver in a swift motion

🕯️ sender lights a candle for receiver in the dark

📜 sender presses a sealed letter into receiver’s hand

🫀 sender places receiver’s hand over their heartbeat

❄️ sender drapes a cloak over receiver’s shoulders

🔒 sender locks the door with receiver inside

🪶 sender traces a mark or scar on receiver’s skin

🍷 sender offers receiver a drink from their own cup

🕊️ sender unties receiver’s restraints

🩶 sender rests their head briefly against receiver’s shoulder

⚡ sender grabs receiver before they can fall

🪓 sender knocks receiver’s weapon from their grip

🌹 sender pins a flower to receiver’s clothing

🕰️ sender pulls receiver back just in time

🧎 sender drops to one knee before receiver

🗝️ sender presses a key into receiver’s palm

🩹 sender bandages receiver’s wound with careful hands

receiver:

💋 receiver brushes a kiss against sender’s forehead

🗡️ receiver stabs sender from behind

🤝 receiver offers their hand to sender after a fall

🩸 receiver wipes blood from sender’s lip with their thumb

🛡️ receiver steps in front of sender to shield them

🔥 receiver grabs sender’s wrist to stop them from leaving

👑 receiver adjusts sender’s crown, hat or headpiece

🌙 receiver tucks a loose strand of hair behind sender’s ear

⚔️ receiver disarms sender in a swift motion

🕯️ receiver lights a candle for sender in the dark

📜 receiver presses a sealed letter into sender’s hand

🫀 receiver places sender’s hand over their heartbeat

❄️ receiver drapes a cloak over sender’s shoulders

🔒 receiver locks the door with sender inside

🪶 receiver traces a mark or scar on sender’s skin

🍷 receiver offers sender a drink from their own cup

🕊️ receiver unties sender’s restraints

🩶 receiver rests their head briefly against sender’s shoulder

⚡ receiver grabs sender before they can fall

🪓 receiver knocks sender’s weapon from their grip

🌹 receiver pins a flower to sender’s clothing

🕰️ receiver pulls sender back just in time

🧎 receiver drops to one knee before sender

🗝️ receiver presses a key into sender’s palm