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Dick felt sick to his stomach as his brother's wails echoed through the cave.

He and Bruce had been the first to respond to his beacon. Batman's antidote didn't work against this new strain of fear toxin, so they had to bring him back to devise a cure. Tim was unresponsive, trapped in whatever hellish illusion Scarecrow's gas had triggered. They had barely been able to get him into the car, with how wildly he was flailing. His limbs struck around violently, uncoordinated. Not trying to attack, but as if he were desperately trying to flee from something. (The smell ozone lingered in the air) Once they'd reached the cave, they had to strap him to the medbay table to keep him from falling off.

And the screams.

God, the screams.

The first one had made Bruce recoil and nearly drop him. None of them had ever heard him scream like that before. It was something out of a nightmare, high-pitched and raw, carrying an unimaginable amount of pain. (Like a death wail) There was a frenzied, tortured quality to it that had Jason stumbling away and tripping when he reached the scene. It had made their blood run cold.

"It's like he's dying." Jason had remarked quietly from the side once they'd moved to another part of the Batcave. The red helmet lay discarded on the table he was leaning on. His face was pale, and there was a tremor barely hidden in his voice. A disturbed look flashed in his eyes, as if he was remembering something. (Pools of swirling green)

Bruce's black gloves squeaked as his fists tightened. He was stone-faced, but his sons could read the worry in his blue eyes. The Batman was just as helpless as them. It made his blood boil. (Electric currents buzzed through the cables on the floor)

The room was bathed in blue light from the Batcomputer. A white cup of cold coffee sat untouched by Jason's elbow next to the keyboard. (An accident waiting to happen) It sat there since the afternoon, when they had been urgently called for an Arkham breakout. Tim's coffee. Dick was suddenly struck by the absurd though that his brother would never leave his coffee around like that. Hysterical laughter bubbled up in his throat, but he swallowed it down. Distantly, he recognised that his fingers were twitching along with his baby brother's screams.

It was all so incredibly wrong. The whole situation was just plain wrong. Red Robin's mask should have held against the gas. Hell, Crane should never have had the time to make a new type of toxin in the first place! It made no sense! (It made no sense to put an ON button inside the machine!)

Muffled screaming could still be heard even though the medbay walls. It was now more hoarse and ragged, as if whoever was making the noise had swallowed a bucket of sand.

Truly, it was a testament to Alfred's strength and devotion that he had stayed and taken care of him through all of it. Meanwhile, they'd fled like cowards into another room, pretending as if they were figuring out a cure, and not hiding from their failure.

The computer was processing the blood samples at an agonizingly slow pace, while they stood there unable to do anything to soothe their brother and son, respectively. The sounds grew more strangled and faint the longer it went on. They'd cut out a few times, when he'd run out of air, but they always inevitably started back up twice as anguished. (Incredible how he so rarely ran out of air, as if he didn't even need to breathe.)

Dick couldn't even imagine what Tim was going through to make him let out such a sound. (Privately, selfishly, he was glad that Damian was not home to witness it.)

With Jason's gun pointed to his head and Batman preoccupied with his third son, Crane had bragged that the gas made you relive your most painful moment. Dick turned a blind eye to his brother using a bit more strength than necessary to knock out the rogue.

They tried to figure out what Tim's worst experience was. Jason brought up the Titan's Tower, Bruce the JJ incident. Dick quietly proposed it could be something from the year he went missing to find Bruce. (Something from before they knew him, something from before he was Tim, something from when he was Da-)

The screams cut off again for a few blissful seconds, then started back up. It was a miracle he could keep going after so long. Dick felt his stomach churn. He'd heard people yell, cry, and shriek before, but this was something different. Something born entirely out of agony. Something guttural, prolonged, and horrible. Something no human should ever be able to produce. (Only something that was no longer human could let out such a scream.)

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DannyTim woke up feeling like he had swallowed glass. His vision was swimming, and his head pulsated painfully. (He hoped he hadn't died this time, or Jason might actually kill him for stealing his gig again.) A sudden wave of searing pain made his muscles spasm painfully.

A big shadow loomed over him. Someone was touching his forehead and speaking to him in a hushed tone. The words were garbled, like he was deep underwater. They should really work on their pronunciation.

"-im.... -nother shot...-eetheart"

There was a pinprick somewhere on the back of his elbow. He tried to pull away, but his arm felt like lead. He let out a scratchy, quiet whimper, and immediately regretted it. The pathetic excuse for a protest left his throat feeling like it had been burned from the inside. The Demon Brat would never let him live this down if he learned of it. The big shadow returned to shushing him and patting his hair. It felt cozy and safe, like Dad.

Darkness once again closed in on him, and he settled for listening to the big shadows rumbling to lull him back to sleep. (He awoke panting from the phantom electricity still coursing through his bones, searing off his flesh and replacing his blood with green-)

Screaming into the night

Danny is reborn as tim.

Tim gets his memories back near the beginning of his robin run when he still has a rocky relationship with Bruce. He’s scared and keeps his mouth shut. This goes on for years never getting the right time to be revealed.

It isn't until the scarecrow uses a new fear gas that it comes up. Tim is hit and has to relive the portal incident. He is screaming with no brakes and does not respond to anyone.

The bat family has idea what he is seeing but they do find out from scarecrows taunting that the gas makes you relive your most painful memories. The entire family is wondering when this happened and when Tim wakes up he is not going to be very forthcoming.

March 11th 2073

The end of the world came just before daybreak, during the 'blue hour' when nature held its breath for a split second one last time and then the sky cracked open and fell down upon us like shards of glass

too few lived to see daybreak

fewer made it past the gates opening

less than a quarter of the world's population made it to the safe haven that was Bloodrock in time for departure

half of the ones left perished during the trip

the human race had almost been wiped out in its entirety in less than half a day

more would follow

that was the undeniable truth of the matter

we all knew it

I could see it on the faces of the other passengers, the morbid acceptance, the grim resignation for what was to come, but beneath all the grime, blood, and dust on their skin I could see hope. hope that humanity will live past this, that we will survive and eventually we would once again thrive

finger clutched tightly in prayer we huddled around and formed a sort of half circle looking out one of the windows of Bloodrock

I felt a spark of determination rush through me so fiercely that it sent shivers down my back and made my hairs stand on their end

we would survive!

and we would learn from this so that our children and our children's children would not repeat our mistakes

then we would come back and reclaim what had been taken from us with a furious vengeance no other race in the known universe could ever possess

WE. WOULD. THRIVE.

#24

Daniel never smoked, so when Jay found him on the rooftop of their school, eyes dazed and unfocused, a lit cigarette hanging sinfully from his partially open lips it gave him pause. He wasn't about to reach out a take it, he himself having been a smoker knew full well that if his beloved needed it the situation had to be dire. Instead, the blonde sat down next to him, leaning on the metal fence, his eyes transfixed on the thin string of milky smoke slipping through his darling's lips.

"I'm tired, Jay." his husky voice brought him out of his reverie, sending pleasurable shivers down his back. He didn't know why his heart stirred guiltily at those words.

Wordlessly, he wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulders, bringing him into a sideways hug. Daniel laid his head on his shoulder, the motion coming naturally to him as if he had done it a billion times before. A twinge of jealousy flashed through his soul, but it was quickly overpowered by his growing worry as the body next to him began to shake ever-so-slightly.

"I wish it would just end already..." Daniel choked out "I've done this so many times...yet it's never enough...no matter what I do...I'm never enough!" at that point his voice had shifted into a kind of desperate shout that rattled Jay to his bones and had him gripping at the weeping boy with both his arms as tight as nature allowed it. And Danny, poor, sweet, exhausted Danny clung to him like a lifeline, tears flowing so prettily out of his big doe eyes. He wished with all his heart that he could just take his pain away, that he could make everything better, even if he didn't know what was wrong.

He just wanted to help, but he didn't know how, so he hugged the boy who had stolen his heart and rocked them both slowly until his sobs subsided into soft whimpers. Throughout the whole ordeal, he hadn't dared to look at the brunette's face out of fear that he would break alongside him and cause him further pain. Only once his breaths had begun coming out in an even and soft patter did he dare to bring a hand to the boy's chin and lift it up slightly.

Asleep Daniel looked more angelic than ever. A soft blush covered his cheeks, which were diligently rubbed clean of any tear tracks by the besotted blonde. His hair fell around his face and seemed to almost glow a slight blue under the sun. Jay trailed a curling lock to his slender neck and sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of the smooth milky skin, his ears burning a bright crimson. Shaking away his impure thoughts he brought his dearest back to his chest, slowly as not to wake him, and began drawing circles on his back with his fingers, hoping to soothe the beauty's sleep.

His eyes fell on the abandoned cigarette, which had fallen on the ground when he had pulled Danny into his arms. It still smoldered, slowly, like a dying animal still gasping for air. His mind became clouded with the image of Daniel's lips around it, drawing in the smoke and allowing whisps of it to float freely out of his delectable mouth. Jay frowned and ever so slowly reached over and extinguished it under his foot. A twisted smile made its way onto his face as he pressed down further.

Daniel stirred in his arms and in a flash, he returned to cradling him tenderly, as if the previous scene had never happened. He took in the boy's minty scent, with small traces of smoke and copper, like a drowning man inhaling his last breath of air. Like everything else about his love, he found the smell utterly intoxicating. He wished he would never have to let him out of his arms. Unfortunately, his Danny was a free spirit. He could break his wings and cage him, yes, but that way he would not have him, but a mere husk, a shell of his beautiful flamboyant self. Jay didn't want that, he never wanted Daniel any other way than how he was by his nature and found it appalling to even try to change or mold him into something else.

With that thought in mind, he inhaled the boy's scent once more before the corners of his mouth turned downwards, showing his displeasure as the world around them crumbled and time flowed backward once more.

That detestable entity would not let him have even a moment of peace and quiet with his beloved, would they?!

No matter, he would just have to try again,

and again,

and again...

#23

"Jay, love of my life, apple of my eye, treasure of my heart, darling of my soul can you do me a favor real quick?" Daniel purred seductively, his hair a dirty mess and dried blood on his knuckles. Jay nodded helplessly.

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"Where were you on the evening of July 8, between 9 pm and 2 am?" the police officer questioned the nervous blonde with a stern expression.

'In my home' Jay wrote, trying to convey as much sincerity as possible into his gesture. Technically speaking, he wasn't lying. He had been at home, just not the one they were probably referring to. But they didn't ask, so Jay didn't tell. Home was where his dearest beloved was, even if that meant in the middle of the woods digging up some endangered flower specimen to plant over their 'package'.

He remembered the smell of copper lingering on his body, and how gently Daniel had helped him scrub every inch of the vile blood off of his skin. The thought made a blush rise to his cheeks, which thankfully went unseen by the officer. The phantom touch of delicate fingers scrubbing his scalp sent a shiver down the boy's back as the memory etched itself into the very fabric of his mind clinging to him like an intoxicating perfume.

Daniel had been quiet after 'that', but later confessed to being worried he had scared the blonde. It only took one reassurance to make him bounce back to being his usual preppy self as if he needed nothing more than Jay's word and he would believe that the sun rose for the west. It made something twist in his chest like a pleased feline and then settle into a comforting warmth that would surge forward every time he laid eyes on the brunette teen.

He may not have understood why they had done 'that' but he wasn't about to question his beloved. Danny always had a reason to do things, even if sometimes he didn't share it. Nevertheless, Jay felt that wherever the man's sin was, he deserved his fate. His love had never been unkind to people, even those who sought to take advantage of him, so whatever his motive it had to have been important, so he would do his utmost to protect him from any legal repercussions, even if that meant having to face suspicion from his own family.

After all would be said and done, he could finally enjoy melting into his lover's embrace once more. There was no body, no murder weapon, and no DNA or digital evidence, so nothing could be pinned on them anyway. He just had to be patient, then maybe Daniel would reward him~

"Can anybody confirm this?" The policeman's rough voice rudely cut through his reminiscing and brought him back to reality. This interrogation was really starting to get on his nerves he ought to have the man fired for this later.

'My butler' he wrote, briefly pausing and adding something else onto the notebook before he handed it back to the man.

"Your boyfriend, huh? And does this midnight Romeo have a name?"

'Daniel Park'

#22

18-year-old Daniel sprung out of bed and ran out of his home, still in his pajamas. He ran until he reached the gates of J High, then up the stairs and burst into his classroom like hell was biting at his heels. The room was empty save for one boy that always got to school early.

Jay rose from his seat, concern painting his delicate face and Daniel froze in his tracks, eyes roaming for any injuries he knew logically weren't there. He had to make sure- He had to!

"You're okay!" He breathed a sigh of unbearable relief, the with of the world now gone from his shoulders.

Jay regarded him momentarily before nodding and stepping closer to the panting boy as if to pressure him that he was alright. He didn't expect that the moment he got within reach Daniel would grab his arm and pull him into a desperate hug that he melted into. The boy's hand lingered around his neck and Jay wondered if he could feel the skin beath his touch grow warmer, thankful for once that at least his face was buried in the other's chest so that he wouldn't see him blushing. The blond waited for Danny to finish checking for whatever it was that had him in such a state, noting that with each place he searched and found unblemished his shoulders would sag more, until bit by bit he relaxed entirely.

The baffled but relieved boy cupped Jay's cheek and brought his face up and close to his, taking in the sight of him like a starved man. Finally, he gave one last sigh and angled his head so that he could rest his forehead on his. He simply reveled in the moment for a bit, pretending like he didn't hear the blonde's sharp intake of breath, before pulling back.

"I'm sorry if I scared you...I think I just had a nightmare," Daniel rasped, unwilling to cause him even more worry. Gods, I must've lost my bloody mind or something! Jay just gave him a gentle smile and nodded understandingly before motioning for his desk.

The repetitive rhythm of tic-tac-toe allowed him to contemplate that morning's events. He had acted irrationally, there was no doubt about that, but the situation hadn't left much room for cold logic, not when time had once again dripped in reverse just as he and his crew had lost their lives.

The first time it had happened he had cried out joyfully, thinking that was his second chance. Only, it hadn't turned out as he had planned. He still ended up dead, but this time he hadn't been the only one. Daniel closed his eyes and envisioned the bloody bools in which the broken bodies of his allies, his friends had laid. His stomach churned at the memory of their cold dead eyes straight right through him and the pencil in his hand snapped.

"Ah, sorry!" He distractedly apologized to his friend, who shook his head to indicate that it wasn't a big deal. Danny let his head fall onto the table with a soft thump. "I think I'm a bit more out of sorts than I realized, sorry about your pencil Jay!"

The boy reached, at first hesitantly, and pat his head lightly as if to say it didn't matter. Daniel leaned into the touch, prompting him to begin gently playing with his hair until he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Danny had, in fact, not fallen asleep just yet. He pondered more so than he had the first time how time travel worked and how it was possible that it happened twice [Oh, boy! You have no idea!]. Undoubtedly, he was thankful for this chance to right his wrongdoing. The first time he had awoken two years in the past he had been rash, eager to save people he had no business saving and in the process losing those he shouldn't have lost. The memories haunted him, but that was good! This way he wouldn't forget. This way he would never make the same mistakes twice. This way he would learn to be cautious, even if it had to be drilled into his bones!

Daniel Park made an oath to himself that autumn morning, that he wouldn't repeat his mistakes and that he wouldn't lose anyone this time. To his credit, he stuck to it. He lived a long happy life surrounded by those dear to him and put an end to any unsavory activities that could harm them. He was a hero...too bad heroes never get a happy ending~

18-year-old Daniel sprung from his bed...and froze.

It hadn't worked.

He was back.

Why was he back?!

[Daniel Park is 18 by Korean standards and 16 by U.S. standards but I used the former in this.]

Crying, literally sobbing. Chapter 441 is just...I can't believe that he's dead!!! （ ＴДＴ）

What do you have against DILFS Tae-jun Park?!

(╥_╥) I'm heartbroken!

Danny: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Zack: Did Jay say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Danny: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

#19

Danny: Alright, listen up, you little shits. Danny: Not you, Jay. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled to have you here.

Danny: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Jay: Three words. Danny: Danny: Marry me.

Gun: Danny is playing hard to get. Gun: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Yakuza FemDanny Loop

Danny: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart-shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Jay: I wrote you a poem. Danny, already crying: You did?

Gun: I think we should kiss. Danny: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.

Did Danny died an embarrassing way >in one of the loop? Like basically died from getting aroused, died from cuteness or any form of weird way to die in your list.

Jay was dangerous, Danny concluded. Even with his anti-cuteness swimming goggles and gas mask he was still vulnerable and had not been able to withstand the sight of his beloved in a bunny onesie. At least he died honorably, for a noble cause! A manly tear slid down his cheek garnering him odd looks from his friends.

The loop had ended coincidentally after his death and he had been swiftly transported into the middle of lunch in the cafeteria while still suffering the after-effects of his blissful demise.

"It was all worth it!" He shouted slamming his fist onto the table, causing Zoe who was next to him to startle and accidentally flip her plate over. Everyone stopped to stare as the hot liquid began pooling over the table while Daniel just sat and stared like a dumbass [he was one].

The table suddenly explode into a flurry of movement as everyone tried to get away from the table while simultaneously balancing their own trays and trying to find something to wipe the soup.

"What the hell was that?!" Zack glared at him from over the table after they finally managed to clean it up.

A spark of mischief appeared in Danny's eyes as he leaned over the table placing his hands together under his chin. Jay could neither confirm nor deny that his heart skipped a beat as the boy's lips curled into a devilishly handsome smirk (it did).

"Zack, buddy-buddy, old pal, have you ever seen the" he swept his eyes over Mira tellingly "object of your affection in a cute white bunny onesie?"

Jay's breath hitched when he locked eyes with the dark-haired boy. His eyes were a mirror of his own love and affection, displayed clearly for all to see. Daniel was shamelessly admiring him in the way one would admire a piece of artwork and the realization made him blush to the very tips of his ears. Meanwhile, Zack was suffering from the same fate while shooting longing looks towards a distracted Mira.

Suddenly Jay realized how one could love from afar for so many years and never once get sidetracked even if their heart's treasure lay unaware of their affections. And for the first time, he wondered why Daniel looked like he had loved him for a thousand years and why? Why would he have loved him so and to what end? It didn't matter, if in the end he always ended up forgetting...

Vasco: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Jace: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Vasco: ... Vasco: You mean ring bearER, right? Jace: ... Jace: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Jay: I feel like doing something stupid. Danny: I’m stupid, do me.

#21

It began as you would expect, Daniel did something stupid. It wasn't meant to be stupid, but as most of the time-loopers endeavors, it ended up that way. Was it the will of the universe or was it just pure danielness? We'll never know.

"What is that?" Hudson shrieked when he entered the room, although he would deny this fact till the end of his days.

"I'm not a good Sia." Was the reply he got back.

Daniel stared owlishly at him from atop the crashed crystal chandelier whose remains were scattered all over the floor. An abomination of a neon-green mustache hung only barely from between his eyebrows and he was sporting a pair of squiggly antennas complete with foam eyes and taped on a sparkly pink headband that had seen better days. The smell of cheese puffs clung to him like a bad perfume, sending the blonde into a coughing fit the moment he opened the door.

"What the hell happened?" He finally managed to ask after regaining his bearings and using the fur coat to cover his nose and mouth (it smelled a bit like smoke and snake intestines but he wasn't complaining).

"He didn't kill anyone," Vasco assured unhelpfully from the side while poking at his own DIY eyes headband. "And these do look rather stylish on us!"

"And that's why the oaf didn't get into the fashion department, not that I think he had any business designing buildings and shit." Zack drawled from his seat, looking rather disgruntled with his own bright orange headband (which looked like it had been taped to his head with scotch).

Hudson gulped and took a step back, ramming straight into a blonde boy whose hair covered his eyes and who had appeared out of nowhere. He gulped again. Sure enough, he was adoring the same abomination of a headband, looking quite complacent with the crime against humanity that was his new accessory.

"Uh-" The Sun of Ansan began ever-so-eloquently. "We-we can talk about this guys-"

Before he had the chance to finish his sentence he was tackled from behind by what he could only describe as the second coming of the antichrist. His high-pitched screams echoed through the empty streets of Seoul and into the cold starless night.

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Somewhere a black-eyed man unexplainably shivered. He paused and took a drag of his cigarette before turning to the large window overlooking the city.

"Something just happened."

if only he knew...what a menace to society his new masterpiece would become...

Zack: Well, Mira and I finally did it! The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.* Zack: That's right... We kissed!

Danny: *Kicks the door down looking panicked* Zack: What did you do? Danny: Nobody died. Zack: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Speaking from experience?

Zack: How do I deal with my enemies? Danny: Kill them Zack: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution Danny: Kill them only a little?

FemSammy & BabyDanny Loop

Sammy: Daniel… Danny: Oh no, 'Daniel' in b-flat. Danny: You're disappointed.

#9

Danny, standing with his back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Eugene. Eugene: How did you do that without turning around? Danny: … To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Sinu: Violence isn't the answer. Sammy: You’re right. Sinu: sighs in relief Sammy: Violence is the question. Sinu: What? Sammy, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Sinu, running after her: NO-

Danny: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Jay:[in jaynese] Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Zack: So are you two dating now? Danny & Jay: Yes. Zack: Why? Danny: I happen to find Jay very appealing. Zack: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Jay.

#8

Zack: Don't stay up all night, Daniel. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

#9

Danny: Would you like something to drink? *He opens the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper- Eugene: Spiders? Danny: Spiders it is then. Eugene: No, that wasn't- * But he was already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…*

Somewhere during #7

Danny: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact. Zack: ...All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 외모지상주의 | Lookism Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Characters: Seong Yohan | Johan, Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, Seong Yohan | Johan's Mother Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Timelines, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Character Death Summary:

Even in another universe, God Dog's fate is cruel.

#12 Jace be like

I remembered the Mommy Sammy loop and I was wondering - what if it was combined with the Little Daniel getting adopted by Big Deal loop? For example, what if Danny is adopted and the whole Johan incident happens soon after, but Sammy decided that she'll take her in under her wing. Female Johan and Samuel would be so cool.

Meanwhile, Danny is growing up and he realizes that Samuel and Johan are girls but Big Deal still hasn't realized it. Cue Daniel casually tring to tell Sinu and Yeonhui and the rest of Big Deal about it and them not believing him because what girl would be as much a psycho as those two (they think this with affection).

It would also be kinda fluffy since Samuel would probably stay with big deal and maybe try to legally become a business mogul (kind of like going to school and still making one mcn, just not with workers).

Idk I just thought it was a cool idea. Sorry for all the rambling.

"All of them are dumbasses," Daniel grumbled, kicking pebbles.

"Mhm." Sammy didn't even bother pretending otherwise, as she completed another test and began checking her answers.

Daniel had just returned from his usual daily attempt at opening Sinu and Jake's eyes regarding Sammy and Johane's gender. It had gone as expected, he got laughed at and sent on his way so the adults could 'do their job' (playing video games until 3 am). He had managed to convince Yeonhui a few weeks ago, as the girl was obviously much less dense than the two dunderheads leading the crew.

The time-looper trapped in a 7-year-old's body gave a long-suffering sigh, crouching near the steps on which his big sister figure was sat.

"They even had the gall to laugh in my face and tell me that I was making stuff up to avoid doing my homework. Can you believe that?!"

"The audacity." Samuel drawled making the tiny boy bristle even harder.

"You aren't even listening to me!" He shouted in annoyance, maybe a bit too loud for how late at night it was.

'Yep, definitely too loud' he sweatdropped when the lights in the building behind them turned on. A ruffled, half-asleep brown-haired girl made her way out after a few beats of silence, followed closely by her loyal companion. Eden took one look at them, deciding that whatever human business they were doing didn't affect him, and headed back in after a large yawn. Johane looked tempted to follow his example.

"What are you two doing?" She asked instead, plopping down beside Sammy. "You know you're going to ruin your eyes like that, right?"

Sammy looked up at her. She had a flashlight strapped to her head and was checking her answers in pink glitter pen while the book was precariously balanced on one of her knees. The buff girl pointedly pushed her glasses up her nose.

"You know what I meant." Johane huffed "You're going to damage your eyes even more, then you'll have to wander around like a blind bat before age 30. And what's gotten in you, pup, why'd you shout at 1 in the morning like a damn prairie dog?"

The child shuffled his feet, the tips of his ears reddening.

"I didn't mean for it to be that loud. It's just that the guys-"

"What guys?"

"Sinu and Jake" Sammy supplied

"-are being such idiots that it's starting to really irk me!"

Johane paused, probably still a bit slow from tiredness and trying to gather her thoughts and articulate them in a kid-friendly way.

"Did you just now notice?" Was all she managed to come up with. "I mean, they've been like that since-"

"Forever." Sammy completed her sentence, closing the book and turning off the flashlight before turning to face her two younger siblings figures. "So those fuckers can't take the fact that me and her were born with vaginas and boobs. What are you gonna do about it? It's not as if you can force them to change their minds..."

The maniac smirk that spread on the beastie's face (She thought him that! That was her greatest achievement in raising the little hellspawn and no one could deny it!) made her pause. Sammy knew how devious the brat could be, but as she thought back to what she had said offhandedly just now, the Economical Studies students could already predict his thought process.

"Thanks, Sammy! You just gave me a great idea, I knew those crocodiles with lightsabers would come in handy again!" He ran up to the buff girl and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before running off.

"What have we just unleashed?" Sammy pondered out loud.

"And where is my kith?" Johanne slurred already half-leaning onto her shoulder.