Chapter 32: In which Vengance is a dish best served by animals.
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AN: Part of this was written while watching The Princess Bride (goated film btw). The rest of it was brute forced in one night (sleep is for the weak!).
Uh… let's see. Bit of a shorter chapter this time, sorry.
Beta'd by the (reportedly) sexy Sora. (this is from an… anonymous source. Someone from a certain den.)
Discord: /eSSP2GtYQS
Trigger warning: All the usual suspects when dealing with Preston. Also, mentioned amputation.
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[Sora]
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Pacifica sits on the back porch, watching the woods. Earlier, Dipper, Mabel, and Stan had left for a town meeting. Apparently, mayor Befufftlefumpter had passed away, and so they were having a meeting on who should become the new mayor. Pacifica couldn't go with for obvious reasons, so she decided to get some fresh air.
She sees two familiar figures walk out of the woods towards her. Raising her hand in greeting, Pacifica smiles. "Hello Techno, hello Wilbur."
"Hey kid." Techno nods.
"Greetings, my fellow thespian!" Wilbur says enthusiastically, bowing. Pacifica looks at him uncomfortably before Techno snorts and knocks his brother on the shoulder.
"Wil, behave. Nobody is as weird as you when it comes to acting."
"Techno!" Wilbur wails. "Take that back!"
"No." Techno deadpans. He turns to Pacifica, ignoring the overdramatic, theatre-kid noises happening beside him. "We needed to talk to you about somethin'." He says.
Pacifica blinks. "Oh. Uh, what?"
"We had some questions about… things you said the other day." Wilbur pops in. "About your parents…"
Pacifica shrinks into herself slightly. Techno and Wilbur trade knowing looks.
"Kiddo, it's nothing bad." Wilbur is quick to reassure. "We… wanted to know… hmm, how to put this delicately…"
"We wanted to know if your parents were abusin' you." Techno states bluntly.
Wilbur looks at Techno, horrified. "Techno! You don't ask that that bluntly!"
"What?" Techno shrugs.
"I- Techno, you can't just- you need to be delicate in these matters, you can't just-"
"Yeah." Pacifica says softly. "I think so."
Wilbur shoots Techno a surprised look. "You think?" Wilbur repeats.
"Yeah. I… don't know what a normal childhood is supposed to be like, but according to Dipper, there were a few differences." Pacifica explains. "Apparently, in a normal childhood you aren't expected to attend classes for fourteen hours a day. Or not receive food if you don't meet expectations. Or not be allowed to sleep if you embarrass the family. Or destroy your possessions if you make them mad. Or attempt to trap you in a loveless marriage. Or condition you with bells. Or get angry when you have an opinion. Or replace any member of the staff that was kind to me because they, "forget their place". Or select your friends and unilaterally decide who you should be friends with."
Techno looks blankly at her, face stoic in shock. Wilbur mouths, 'Jesus'. Techno steps forward, kneeling next to Pacifica, and rests a comforting hand on her back. Pacifica breaks down and begins sobbing as Techno pulls her into a hug.
Pacifica snuggles into the extra warmth of Techno. Her nostrils fill with a smoky scent, reminiscent of campfires on cold autumn nights. Except for his hands, Techno holds incredibly still. Techno's hands are busy rubbing a calming pattern into Pacifica's back. Wilbur begins writing notes and plans for… reasons. Several minutes pass and Pacifica slowly subsides into sniffles.
Wilbur clears his throat. "Hey, Pacifica, who… which of your parents did more?" Techno shoots him a look communicating, 'I just calmed her down and I despise human interaction. If you make her cry, I will stab you.'
Pacifica sniffles. "It was mostly my father. H-he has old-fashioned views on women. My m-mother just went along with everything he said so long as she got make-up and clothes." The trio sits in silence for a while, before Techno nudges Pacifica.
"Hey, kiddo? You okay if me and Wil leave?" Pacifica nods. "Alright." Techno grunts, lifting Pacifica from his lap and setting her on the porch. He stretches, and he and Wilbur exit the clearing. As the duo disappear into the trees, Pacifica catches snippets of conversation.
"So… did you decide to soft and cuddly today?" Wilbur teases.
"Heh!?" Techno gasps dramatically. "What do you mean?!"
"Oh, nothing." Wilbur says. "Just, if you start seeing stuffed animals that look like you and are called Teddy Boars, I had nothing to do with it."
(I want you all to know, I am unreasonably proud of this.)
Techno bellows in anger and the sound of branches snapping moves rapidly away from the Mystery Shack. Even after Pacifica can no longer hear wood breaking, she can still faintly hear Wilbur's cackling. Relaxing, Pacifica sighs contentedly. 'Guess I got all of today's weirdness out of the way this morning. Now I can have the rest of the day to myself.'
At that exact moment, Dipper comes running from the front of the shack. "Hey Pacifica! Stan's running for mayor!" Dipper exclaims excitedly. "C'mon, we're his campaign team."
"Heh?"
[Hmm, yes, I'm sure this won't end badly.]
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Phil stretches luxuriously in the sunlight, his wings flapping slightly behind him. His wife had joined his dreams the previous night, and the duo went on a romantic date. Phil trills in happiness at the memory. Relaxing his wings, Phil looks around the compound. Phil smiles as he sees his youngest, Tommy, playing with Ranboo and Phil's grandchild Axolotl666. Then, Phil notices something wrong.
While Phil can see one of the troublemakers, Techno and Wilbur are nowhere to be seen. 'It's probably nothing.' Phil tells himself. 'It's fine, it's not like those two have done anything especially stupid in a whi… yeah, I need to go find them.' With a beat of his wings, Phil is off.
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Techno, Wilbur, and Tubbo sit around an original blueprint of the Northwest mansion. Techno had… strategically transferred it to an alternate location, and the trio were preparing to kidnap Preston Northwest.
(btw, Strategically Transfer Equipment to an Alternate Location is a military acronym for steal)
[I think that was already implied...]
"According to this invitation, they're havin' a fancy party tonight." Techno says, holding up a letter addressed to Billiam. "Normally, I'd say we go in announcin' who we are, but with Pacifica in such a precarious situation, that seems unwise."
"Yeah, it wouldn't be that hard to figure out where she went after the party." Wilbur agrees.
"So, how are presenting ourselves?" Tubbo asks. "Anarchists? Communists? Eco-terrorists? Ghost of an angry lumberjack?"
"No, No, No, Already happened." Techno deadpans. Tubbo laughs at the last one, and Techno gives him a look. "I'm serious."
"Oh." Tubbo says awkwardly. "Well, uh…"
"How about we dress like Robin Hood and his merry men?" Wilbur suggests. Techno shrugs and Tubbo nods. "Excellent, I'll be Robin Hood. Techno, you can be Little John. Tubbo, you can just be an unnamed merry man."
"Hell yeah, unnamed side-character!" Tubbo cheers. "Die in the first encounter to prove someone is strong!"
Techno nods to himself. "I see, we'll attack after the guests leave."
"Alright, after we get our hands on Northwest, what's our plan?" Wilbur presses.
Techno grins savagely. "Lot's 'n lot's of pain."
"Pog." Tubbo states.
"Poggers" Wilbur agrees.
"Poggest." Tubbo nods sagely.
[Poggenstein.]
Techno sighs, resting his head in his hands. The other two shoot grins at each other.
"Alright. Fine. Let's go." Techno groans.
"Wait!" Tubbo shouts. "I just had an idea!"
"What?" Wilbur asks.
"Let's go see if Ford has any torture machines!" Tubbo exclaims.
"Yeah!" Wilbur agrees. Techno grunts affirmatively.
A shadow descends to the ground, landing slightly behind the trio. A shiver of violence settles over the three as the shadow speaks. "Lads, why do you need a torture machine?" Wilbur and Tubbo gulp at Phil's tone as Techno answers.
"Torture."
Phil raises an eyebrow at Techno.
Techno heaves a sigh. "We're gonna go kidnap Preston Northwest, 'cause he's a disgrace of a father."
"How?" Phil asks. With another sigh, Techno begins to explain.
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Ford hums a little ditty to himself as he works on what looks like a metal arm. He has connected the arm to a monitor of some sort, and is touching different items to the arm and noting the reaction. Elsewhere in the room, the rest of the body sits, crumpled on itself.
"Ford, it's an emergency!" Ford's great nephew yells as he runs into Ford's workshop. Ford looks up at Dipper, who notices Ford is busy with something. "Oh, sorry…"
"Nonsense, my boy!" Ford reassures him. "Come in, what has you in such a hurry?"
"Well, the old mayor died, and Bud Gleeful was running for mayor. Stan decided to run against him, and he's insisting on speaking his mind!" Dipper explains.
[Dear god.]
(There's more.)
"So this is an emergency." Ford states dramatically, setting the arm down.
"The Stump Speech is in a couple of days, and if he continues like this, we'll lose to Bud for sure!" Dipper groans.
"Hmm. It's a shame there isn't some device that would allow you to control someone else." Ford says with a hidden smile. "Oh. Wait. Of course, yes. There is. A long time ago I designed a prototype for Ronald Reagan's masters. Just get Stan to wear this, and you can make him a literal talking head." Ford says, handing Dipper a striped tie.
"Whoa! This is amazing! And ethically ambiguous!" Dipper gasps.
"As long as you wear the matching one, he'll say and do whatever you want him to." Ford explains.
"Thank you Great-uncle Ford!" Dipper exclaims, running off.
"Yes, yes. Use it responsibly and all." Ford says distractedly. 'Dang it, I had a really bad joke prepared if he had asked what I was working on!' Ford thinks to himself.
[Now I really wanna know what the joke is...]
(You will find out later)
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Phil is furious. 'Preston Northwest is dead.' He swears to himself. 'He shall rot for all eternity.' "I want in." Phil tells the children. Techno nods, shifting to make an opening for Phil to sit down. Before they can discuss the plan, they're interrupted by a familiar voice.
"I'm in too! That bitch needs to pay!" Tommy yells from the branches above the four. Techno sighs.
"Theseus, what are you doing here?"
"I saw Phil leave, and was curious."
"Welcome aboard." Wilbur greets.
"Hmm… I don't think we can do Robin Hood anymore, not with this many people." Tubbo says.
"That's okay." Phil reassures. "I have an idea that might work better."
General noises of agreement greet him. "Alright, Tubbo, come with me and let's see if Ford's got anything. You two can help Phil get set up." Techno commands.
"We're headed back to the compound." Phil says. "there's no need to rush, so-"
"Race you, Wil-bitch!" Tommy screams, running off.
"You're on, gremlin!" Wilbur yells, chasing after him. Phil sighs in tired parent.
Techno huffs slightly as he and Tubbo head towards the Mystery Shack.
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Ford is putting the finishing touches on the arm when someone knocks on his door.
"Hey, boss man, you in!?" His assistant calls through the door.
"Ah, Tubbo, do come in." Ford says, detaching the monitor from the arm.
Tubbo and Techno walk in. "Hey boss, do you have any- what is that?" Tubbo asks, pointing at the arm.
"This is just the arm of a cybernetic organism. I was testing its mettle." Ford explains.
Tubbo groans, face palming.
"Anyways, what did you need?" Ford asks. Tubbo is too busy contemplating his life choices to answer, so Techno steps up for him.
"We were wonderin' if you had anything that could be useful in inflictin' pain."
"Sure." Ford says. "What kind of pain?"
"Pardon?" Tubbo asks, wondering why his boss wants to know the kind of pain.
"Physical, emotional, mental? Regret life decisions? Lie awake at night remembering? What do you need?" Ford queries.
"Hmm, little disturbing a scientist/inventor knows how to inflict pain." Techno mutters to himself. "What do you have for child abusers?"
Ford's face hardens. "I have just the thing." He reaches into a pile of inventions and pulls out a boxy device with two dials and a handful of silicone stickers connected to the machine by wire. "This is the sense-o-tizer. By placing these silicone caps on a body, you can mess with the nervous system. I've mostly used it in the past to trick my brain into thinking I wasn't very injured, but you could go the other way. Turn this dial right, and it will increase sensitivity in the human body."
Tubbo begins to grin ferally as Techno inspects the device. "Thanks." Tubbo says. They leave, and Ford attaches the arm back to the robot. As Ford runs through the final checklist, the robot's body catches the light in an interesting way. Looking almost divine, the over six foot robot shudders as Ford connects a live current into him.
"It's alive. It's alive! IT'S ALIVE!" Ford screams as more and more electricity courses into the body. Blue eyes open, and the electricity turns off. Ford clears his throat as the robot raises a curious eyebrow at Ford. "Ah, apologies. I've always wanted to do that. Ahem. My name is Dr. Stanford Pines, and I brought you out of stasis."
"Hello." The robot says in a deep, monotone voice. "I'm S."
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Preston observes the ovaloid table. Three of the branch leaders and two of the loyal families look back. His cousin, Maximillion, who runs the east coast division. His second cousin twice-removed, Cassandra, who runs the oversea division. The illegitimate daughter of an illegitimate daughter of an illegitimate son of Preston's great-grandfather, Bella Donna, who maneuvered and manipulated her way into commanding the lower America's. The patriarch of Big Rig Truckers Incorporated, Hadrian Banks, who had his drivers use exclusively Northwest products. Finally, The CEO of Pear Computers, Wilhelm Trapp, leader of all tech advances.
Maximillion Northwest reclines as much as possible into the hardwood chair, idly scratching at a small moustache as his black suit slowly wrinkles. Next to him, Cassandra Northwest looks disgusted by Maximillion's conduct. She fans herself with an Asian fan, displaying her hand full of French jewels. Cassandra sighs to herself, her British business suit fitting perfectly. Rounding out family Northwest, Bella Donna Northwest wears a skintight black dress. Her scarlet nails reflect the ceiling light.
Hadrian Banks wears a suit slightly too small for him, with a tie slightly too long. His hat is too small to hide his balding scalp. Wilhelm Trapp is the very model of propriety. A handsome purple three-piece suit hangs of his slightly gaunt frame. A pair of wire-frame glasses adorns his head. Hidden in an inside pocket, Wilhelm wears his lucky rabbit.
Preston Northwest raises his glass. "A toast, ladies and gentlemen, to the Northwest name. In a short few hundred years, we Northwest's have spread over the continent and beyond. This ceremonial banquette, a meeting of the Northwest branch families and our closest allies, shall now begin!"
""Hear, hear!"" the table cheers. Preston sits in his chair, and the servants bring out the first course.
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Dave, the chauffeur for the east coast branch of the Northwest family, stifles a yawn. 'Every yea' dees fat cats have dis pahdy, and every yea' ol' dave sits in da car, 'case dey need a getaway. Can't nap neither, my kids need da money.' He grumbles in the safety of his own mind. Unnoticed, a dark shape approaches. 'I can't even bitch propahly, dem assholes got mikes and camera's everywhere. Christ.'
A sudden pain in his neck causes Dave's eyes to widen dramatically. 'who da fu-?'Dave's thoughts trail off as he collapses onto the steering wheel, unconscious. From the other four vehicles, other shapes rise.
"Where'd you even find these costumes?" A smaller shape hisses.
"Ford." The largest mutters back. "Hush."
Five shadowy figures move forward, blending in with the dark.
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The banquet is in full swing. Preston takes a sip of Wine while listening to the conversation.
"Hey, Preston, I've been meanin' to ask." Maximillion says suddenly, drawing the table's attention. "Where's your daughter?"
Preston sets down his wine glass. "Oh, you know how over-emotional teenagers are. She had ideas beyond her duty, and is being punished."
Maximillion nods. "Of course, of course. Why, I remember when one of my sons tried to marry for love, the fool! Just to clarify, the agreement still stands?"
"Of course." Preston nods. "If Pacifica cannot find a suitable partner by eighteen, she will be bonded with one of your heirs to strengthen the familial holdings.
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Outside the window, five figures set about setting up smoke machines and projectors. An unconscious guard lies behind them.
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"I have recently made a most interesting breakthrough." Wilhelm announces. "One I think you all would be most interested in."
"Oh? Do go on." Bella Donna purrs.
"Do you remember those old conspiracy theories of the Rich using children's blood to slow aging? It may not be as ridiculous as it seems." Wilhelm explains.
"So that's why you needed all those children." Hadrian exclaims. "Why, and here I thought-" What Hadrian thought would never be known, as that exact moment a smoke grenade flies through the glass. The lights are cut simultaneously, and someone screams. The only source of light is a few scattered candles and a small brazier on the table.
A figure is illuminated as it steps through the destroyed window. The figure is unnaturally large, radiating anger, and bearing two small nubs on its head. Behind the first figure, four more file in. The second figure wears a brown trenchcoat and a blood red helmet. Next, a figure in a black bodysuit with a blue bird design steps through. The fourth wears a red bodysuit with the emblem of a bird's head on its chest. The final figure also has a red bodysuit, but is the smallest of all five and has a black cowl.
The largest figure begins to speak. "Ladies. Gentlemen. You've eaten well. You've eaten the world's wealth, its spirit: But your feast is nearly over. From this moment on, none of you are safe." The figure covers the brazier is covered, plunging the room into darkness. A scream rings out as guards rush in.
The figures are nowhere to be seen. On the table, they leave a calling card: a single, ordinary black feather. The security quickly realizes something, or someone, is missing: Preston Northwest. The guests look at each other in fear, as a few are already plotting how best to use this.
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Techno shifts his load as he, Phil, Wilbur, Tubbo, and Tommy run into the night.
"So… why did Ford have these?" Wilbur asks Phil.
"Technically, he didn't have these." Phil says. "I was inspired by what happened on his journey."
"Huh. Cool." Wilbur says. "Any idea what the bat and bird theme was all about?"
Phil shrugs. "Apparently the guy was a furry or something."
"Ew! A furry!" Tommy wails dramatically. "Father, how could you do this to me!?"
Techno's burden shifts. Quiet noises emanate from it, although that may be due to the gag Techno slapped onto it. Techno lifts the burden down, removing the gag.
"Oh, Sorry Mr. Northwest, was that uncomfortable?" Tubbo taunts.
"You! I don't know who you are, but I demand to be brought back!" Preston roars.
"Ooh, sorry, don't think we can do that." Wilbur says in faux-sympathy.
"What do you want?!" Preston demands. "I'll give you anything! Money! Land! My daughter's hand in marriage!"
Techno slips the gag back into Preston's mouth. "See, y' are in luck, we do want somethin' from ya." Preston's eyes widen in hope.
'These morons will ask for wealth, and then I'll track them down and kill them slowly!' Preston crows in his mind.
"Your death." Techno finishes. Preston's eyes widen in fear and he begins to thrash. They walk deeper into the darkness of the forest.
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Pacifica watches TV idly while waiting for the Pines to return from the Stump Speech when a news alert comes on.
"Breaking news!" Shandra Jimenez says. "Police discovered the right arm of Preston Northwest, who has been missing from his mansion earlier after a kidnapping, on the beach this morning. Due to obvious aging on the arm, and the lack of a ransom demand, the police have declared Preston Northwest dead. After further searching, they have also discovered an eye, and what appears to be his testes, although both items appeared to have been chewed on, so police remain unsure."
Jimenez continues to talk, but Pacifica can't hear anything. All she can hear is, "Preston Northwest dead." Over and over and over again. It echoes in her mind, bouncing from one end to the other. Pacifica isn't sure what to think, and is even less sure what to feel.
'He's dead? Just like that? No final confrontation where I can dramatically declare my intentions? No possible rekindling of our relationship? I mean, yeah it's very unlikely we could have had any relationship without him controlling me, but it's the thought that counts, right? How do I feel about this? How should I feel about this? I'm glad he's gone, and he can't hurt me ever again, but… at the same time, he was my father.'
Pacifica slowly curls into the fetal position. 'I hate him, but he was my dad. I- He used to bring me lemonade when I was sick, and read to me in bed. Mom never cared one way or another, but back when Grandpa still ran the family Dad cared for me. But did he? I don't know! I feel… I hate him, and I love some of his memory. I hate that I love his memory, and I hate that I hate that I love his memory. I want him back. I'm glad he's gone forever. I wanna see my daddy. It's good he's gone. I can never reconcile with him. What… oh no, how will Dipper react? The Northwest are one of his enemies, will he have a party to celebrate Father's death? Can I fake being happy? Will I fake being happy? Why must emotions be so endlessly complicated!'
The back door slams open, and Dipper runs in. "Pacifica! We killed it at the stump speech! The tie worked wonders! Pacifica…? Are you okay…?" Dipper trails off, looking at his girlfriend in concern.
(Real bad choice of words there, Dipper)
Pacifica starts bawling. "He's gone! A-and I sh-should be happy, b-but I can't feel happy! I d-don't know what I'm feeling!" Pacifica forces out through the tears.
In an instant, Dipper has his arms around Pacifica, comforting her. Pacifica subconsciously leans into the warmth. "Shh… shh… I'm here Pacifica." Dipper gently rocks Pacifica back and forth. A few minutes pass before Pacifica calms down enough to talk. Throughout the intervening period, Dipper continued to gently rock her.
"I-it's my dad." Pacifica says. "Th-the news said he's d-dead. And I d-don't know how to feel!" Dipper doesn't know what to say, so he just pulls Pacifica closer into his arms. "I-I know I should be happy he's g-gone and can't h-hurt me anymore, but he's my dad. He cared for me when I was sick! He carried me on his shoulders! Why couldn't he just be pure evil, or even good?"
"Oh, Pacifica." Dipper breathes, pulling her into a hug. "You don't have to feel one thing about your dad, he was complicated. I- uh, what did that book say? Oh yeah- Whatever you feel is valid and true. You can't define your relationship with one emotion, or even one type of emotion."
Pacifica's eyes start to water. "And that's fine!" Dipper quickly assures her. "You just gotta… uh… feel what you need to feel? I think that's right?" Pacifica laughs through her tears at her dorky boyfriend. "What?" Dipper demands in fake offense as he pulls away to look Pacifica in the eyes. "I'll have you know I'm an absolute mess when it comes to emotions."
Pacifica throws her arms around Dipper neck, pulling them both to the floor.
"Woah!" Dipper yelps as he falls backwards. However, Pacifica quickly finds a much better use for his mouth. Dipper's eyes open comedically wide when he realizes that Pacifica is kissing him. "Woah." Dipper breathes.
"Thanks Dipper." Pacifica says softly, snuggling into his neck. Dipper smiles and hugs her.
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From beyond, a triangle watches events play out with a single eye raised. "Hmm… his removal from the equation… really changes nothing!" The triangle cackles. "Then again, I could use some minions of the Oddpocalypse. And I mean, who better for evil than an Oligarch? Their entire existence profits of the suffering of the poor. Which, side note, huge fan of by the way."
"Uh… boss? Who are you talking to?" a walking set of false teeth asks.
"Don't worry about it." The triangle says, using the camera to make direct eye contact. "It's nothing important. Just a potential… ally, shall we say."
"Whatever you say boss." The teeth say, walking away.
"Yes." The triangle mutters to himself. "Soon… soon. If my gambit has worked, I will be truly free." The triangle starts laughing, his eye seeming to gleam green for a few seconds.
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Finished: Words: Written using a pirated copy of Microsoft Word 2007.
AN2: Well, a good 2/3 of this chapter was written in the past twelve hours. I feel great!
Let's discuss. First, the one scene is totally inspired by batman. Like, deadass. The scene came up on my youtube and I had to include it. On a related note, I will eventually write how Ford met the Bat family (as well as superman (who Ford is kinda hella gay for)) later.
Hmm, wonder what Bill is up to? It's probably nothing to worry about, don't you agree?
The emotions Pacifica has surrounding her father… bear some resemblance to my own emotions about my father. Nothing that extreme, of course, and I most certainly not abused or raised to be sold off like cattle to improve my family's position. I love my dad, he's a great dad… but at the same time he can be infuriating. Like, he'll need my help, and I'll be happy to help, and then something will go wrong and we will both get more and more annoyed with each other.
A few years ago, when I was younger, there was a period where we would really only interact if one of us needed something, and I hated that. I distinctly remember one incident where we doing some yard work and dad was playing music. I suggested we listen to Big Iron, as I had just listened to it for the first time shortly before, but we didn't get to it. I was stewing in my room after this when he knocked on my door. I went out, irate at being disturbed and he handed me his phone with earphones plugged in and set to big iron. I felt bad about the unkind things I said in my head before hand, and started crying. A few minutes later, my dad came back and asked if Big Iron was really such an emotional song.
When I was five, he and I would play Halo: Combat Evolved. I don't think we ever made it passed level four, but I had fun with him. Nowadays, he's too old to really put up much of a challenge. I still hold those halo memories in a special place in my heart.
When I campaigned to upgrade from our original xbox to an xbox 360 in… 2021ish, I was expecting it as a Christmas or Birthday present. Instead, dad comes up to me one day with a package. Inside the package was the 360 and a stack of halo games.
Now, I am a bit of a sap (hell, I'm crying writing this), but I do love my dad. And, on the very unlikely chance my dad is reading this, I just wanted to say: no matter how much I complain about helping you, I do still love working with you.
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Alright, I think that's enough sappy stuff. Let's see, more Dipcifica (which only happened because one of my friends prefers Dipcifica to Wendip lol). Speaking of, how is the romance? I had to write this from the perspective of a nerd who was bullied for at least a few years and someone who was expected to be perfect, while they are also young, and while I have never been in a relationship.
There is a small (but not zero) chance that I will write a smut chapter in the future. I promised my discord that if they send me $100, I would write a smut chapter as a joke. Last I heard, they are currently holding a fundraiser for it. Help. If I do write the chapter, I will have it under a different story, I don't want to have to bump the rating on this one up.
[Chat, you can help fund Bad's inevitable end by donating a dollar on (insert or smth idk).]
(Sora NO!)