SNEAK PEEK: Project: RR Cry's Final BattleA/N: lol This is merely a sneak peek of what I kinda have rolling in my head. It's not official so... yeah, subject to change but its a nice tidbit to give. I figured I'd at least start writing the final battles in rough draft to kinda give me an idea what I'm doing when I actually get there. Now, everything's that's going on in this is just a bit as to WHY I'm saying Cry's Final Battle is going to be hard to top if I write first. But who knows, eh?
/SysOP Cryaotic opening connection/
"What are you doing?" Anti-Cry narrowed his eyes at his 'master' in suspicion of his actions. Both did not take their gaze off each other as Cry's fingers moved rapidly over the hovering screen next to him. He was accessing something and the yellow clad program didn't like it one bit, but he could not make an aggressive move, it would be against his programming to harm his master if there was n
The Sup Guy Lore?A/N: Just something I've been thinking about while reading Victubia fics and inspired by ArtificeBlade. What if there's more to Sups in that world than many think?
To all those that know of the magical world of Victubia, you know of the strange happenings that often go on, correct? Magic, rare languages, paranormal activity, monsters? About Lord Cryaotic possessing the rarest of magic? Lord Pewdiepie and his wife, Marzia, living in a paranormal hotspot? And Queen Minx's castle is always seemed filled to the brim with weird activity? It's odd yet interesting enough to see blossoming science coexisting with magic. New things are always happening in Victubia, be it magic, new creatures or new places.
There is one mystery that always seems to go under the radar. Always seen but never questioned... or at least barely questioned. No one knows much of this little complex mystery. You see, the mystery comes from a very unique creature. They come in gr
Project: Royal Rumble Chapter 1 - Enter the Mad
A/N: So sorry for the mega delay on posting this! I had a good chunk of this written out before and wrote a little at a time when I had the time. (Mostly distracted by other things and kinda got lazy, sorry) But I wrote the rest of it yesterday and just finished it and am posting this now.. in the middle of the night. Go me. XD I'm still not quite used to writing the Late Night Crew, so if they're acting OOC (out of character) then I'm sorry. I'm still learning and pretty rusty in terms of writing fics and stuff.
Rating: PG 13+(Better safe than sorry)
Chapter 1 - Enter the Mad
Russ Money watched over the group as they set about making sure all the systems and equipment were good to go before they would even allow Cry to sit on that dentist chair. Scott and Snake were at one of the computers typing a message; well Scott was typing it and the mostly silent and gruff man glared at the computer as i
SNEAK PEEK: Project: Royal Rumble Ch. 1 "Minx..."
"Hmm?" She kept her gaze on Krism, wanting to just forget the whole situation for a few seconds and just get lost in an almost dream like state as she watched her fuss over some random cable. She was sure Cry would understand that she needed this distraction for just a minute or two...
The hand she held quickly slipped away then snatched at her wrist, gripping it tightly in one swift motion. Startled, Minx yipped at the painful grab, knowing Cry would never hurt her or any of them unless he was terrified or something was very wrong. She turned to see what it was and came face to face with Cry's mask...
But it wasn't his anymore.
The mask was only a twisted parody of the poker faced one. Deep black scribbles circled the eyes chaotically; and the mouth -if it could be called that- was nothing more than a jagged, toothy smile that was scrawled in
Project: Royal Rumble - Prologue
A/N: Another attempt at writing Cry and others. I'm still not quite used to writing them, so if they're acting OOC (out of character) then I'm sorry. I'm still learning and pretty rusty in terms of writing fics and stuff.
Rating: PG 13+(Better safe than sorry)
Enjoy and let me know what you think of it.
The soft tapping of rapid finger movement on a keyboard sounded loud in the silence of the room full of equipment. It held several computer stations, a fridge, basic living utilities and a few cots scattered at one corner. But the most unusual piece of the room was the lone chair that sat by a wall of monitors; the chair itself resembled of one from a dentist's office and next to that was some hospital equipment. If nothing else, the room looked as if it belonged in a bunker or underground command center of some sci-fi movie. A group of people milled about that room as well, but kept silent as the typin