"DAMMIT!" Dynama snarled as she watched the Blaze Family and Crusher and Pickle in the apartment from a nearby rooftop.
"Can you calm down?" Glacier grumbled.
"WELL, HOW ARE WE SUPPOSE TO KILL CRUSHER WHEN HE'S BEING SURROUNDED BY THAT GOODIE-FOUR-TIRES AND HIS FAMILY?! AND WE CAN'T THREATEN WITH PICKLE BECAUSE HE'S ALSO SURROUNDED BY THEM!"
"Yeah, I don't think yelling would really, uh, help," Glacier scoffed.
"THEN HELP ME OUT!" Dynama smacked his head.
"WILL YOU STOP HITTING MY HEAD?!" Glacier snarled.
"NOT UNTIL YOU START THINKING, YOU IDIOT!" Dynama smacked him again.
"Ow…" Glacier hissed and held his head.
"Shut up." Dynama scowled and turned back to spying. "Ugh, we need to find a way to catch that annoying trans freak alone… but how…?"
Glacier used his own binoculars and peeked through it. "Huh, it looks like Crusher is alone now, eating his cold dinner…"
"Ooh, YES, WE CAN CATCH HIM ALONE NOW AND KILL HIM!" Dynama grinned maniacally as she roughly patted her brother's head. "See? We get along fine as long as you use your head,"
"Ow." Glacier winced. "For some reason, your pats are just as painful as your smacks…"
"QUIET! Now, let's go get him while he's alone…"
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Crusher yawned as he finished washing the dishes. Well, if he was gonna eat later, he had to clean up after himself. He could be lazy sometimes, but he wasn't a pig.
As he washed, however, he felt his lightning mark glow a little eerie, as if warning him that something was about to happen as his chassis bag glowed instinctively. He stopped washing and stiffened as he heard the window creek open. His chassis bag managed to create a sword, and in a swift motion, he raised it up, his blade meeting another's.
"Hello, little sister."
"Dynama." Crusher gritted his teeth and glared as he watched the icy blue truck take out his own sword. "Glacier."
"Looks like it's the end of the line for you!" Dynama giggled maniacally.
"How about we try to kill him swiftly?" Glacier suggested.
"WHAT ELSE ARE WE DOING?!"
"I MEAN, quietly so no one hears him scream,"
"Why is that?" Dynama smirked, eyes going more psychotic than it already was. "It's more fun to hear him scream and beg for mercy~"
Crusher growled and stepped forward to charge. Glacier grabbed him and disarmed him, the sword dropping from his tires before he gagged him with his own tire.
"I mean, like this,"
"Fine, fine, whatever," Dynama rolled her eyes. "Just hold her still!"
"Him,"
"HER! NOW SHUT UP, OR I'LL KILL YOU BOTH!"
Glacier grimaced and sighed. Crusher glared at the magenta truck as she came closer with the sword, but as she raised it, a tire grabbed it and flicked it from her grip.
"HEY!" she shrieked and turned to find herself face to face with Flame. "Oh, it's the ridiculous yellow truck who's suppose to be Dynamite's father,"
"HIS name is CRUSHER." Flame snarled as he stepped forward. "And YOU TWO are trespassing private property."
"Dynama, we're caught." Glacier tugged on his sister. "Let's GO."
"NEVER!" Dynama pushed him aside before growling.
"Dynama, let's GO." Glacier gritted his teeth before grabbing her and heading out of the window.
Flame sighed in relief and turned to Crusher, who was shaking as he picked himself up.
"Th-Thanks…"
"Your welcome," Flame smiled and helped him up. "Are you alright?"
"I… yes…" Crusher nodded and held himself in his own tires. "I… I wanna sleep… goodnight…"
Flame looked like he wanted to say more but couldn't do anything as he watched the other make his way out of the kitchen and out into the halls. He sighed and nodded.
"Goodnight… son,"
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"YOU SON OF—!" Dynama repeatedly punched Glacier all the way to a wall of an alley way. "WE COULD'VE GOTTEN AWAY WITH KILLING DYNAMITE, BUT YOU HAD TO BE A FREAKING COWARD!"
Glacier didnt speak and only hissed as he was beaten up again and again. He didn't mind the oil nor the blood that was dripping down from his pipe, which his sister was breaking bit by bit.
He knew that speaking would only make her angrier and makes things worse for his sake.
After a while, both of his pipes were dented and almost broken as Dynama punched him so hard that she knocked him out in a second. She then snarled and rolled her eyes.
"Argh, you're so weak that you could barely handle a beat down."
She turned away and glared at the window they escaped through.
"Mark my words, Dynamite, I WILL END YOU!"
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Morning soon came, and the Blaze Family were having their breakfast with Pickle. As the green truck gobbled up his breakfast happily, Blaze looked around worriedly.
"Hey, where's Crusher?"
"He's sleeping in," Flame replied. "Last night, he… he was attacked by Glacier and Dynama,"
"HE WAS WHAT?!" Phoenix screamed, glaring at her husband. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?!"
"I… I had it all under control, promise," Flame told her, a little shaken by his wife's rage.
"FLAME DOMINION, HEAD OVER AND MAKE SURE HE'S ALRIGHT, OR I SWEAR—"
"Okay, okay!" Flame shuddered and nodded as he got up and zoomed out of the dining room.
Pickle watched everything unfold before laughing. AJ turned to him, confused.
"What's so funny, Pickle?"
"Nothing! It's just…" Pickle grinned. "Does every wife have that affect on their husbands?"
"Most of the time, yes," Phoenix giggled.
"You don't need to worry, Pickle," Blaze turned to the green truck with a grin. "You and Crusher already act married,"
"True, true," Pickle grinned mischievously.
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All night, Crusher couldn't sleep. He was too paranoid to sleep. He kept his eyes at the window in his room, afraid that his evil siblings would come and kill him while he slept, so he did the best next thing;
He read his books.
From the first collection to the next, he read his books all night and barely even slept. He read and read, his focus on the book he was reading so much that he didn't even notice that morning had already broke.
Until Flame came in to check on him.
"Crusher, are you— oh my,"
Flame's jaws dropped as he saw the dark blue truck at the corner of his room, book in hand with more books at the sides as black bags rested under his eyes.
"Crusher, did you sleep AT ALL last night?!"
"Hmm?" Crusher tiredly glanced up at him. "No…"
"Oh dear child…" Flame sighed and drove over to him. "Come on, Crusher, you need to take a rest,"
"No… I'm fine!" Crusher whined.
"Crusher, please…" Flame sighed and headed over to get the book from his tires. "Come on, to bed with you,"
"Nooo…" Crusher still refused to comply, shaking his head as he tried to get his book back. "I wanna readddd…"
"This just proves that you really need some sleep," Flame gently got him and carefully dragged him to his bed. "Come on, Crusher, to your bed,"
"Fine…"
Crusher sighed in defeat, his sleepiness getting the best of him. He made his way to his bed, and Flame wrapped the blanket around him.
"I know it's morning, but I still need to say it; goodnight, Crusher,"
As he turned to leave, however, a tire pulled on his own, and he looked back to see Crusher whimpering. He was taken back by the whimpering and frowned.
"Crusher? What's wrong?"
"I… I'm scared," the dark blue truck admitted. "Glacier… Dynama… they might come back and kill me… I… I don't want to be alone… please…"
Flame felt his heart swell. Even though part of him told him that it was the exhaustion talking, he took it as a chance to be a father to the child he had left with Krisha.
He drove back to the dark blue truck and stayed by his side. Crusher laid his head down on the pillow as his eyes slowly closed.
"Goodnight, Dad,"
The honorific made Flame gasp as he felt his heart soar. He smiled down at the tired truck before he spoke.
"Goodnight, my child,"