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With the human children safe and off to annoy Bulkhead... or maybe play with him, it was hard to tell at times but in general the big Wrecker mech did seem to enjoy the company of three humans. It didn't matter right this instant to Arcee as she walked down one of the dimmed hallways to the area of the base that was the equivalent of proper reck-room. All the femmie wanted to do was loung back on what Miko had dubbed a 'mega beanbag of the world' with a can of energon. The flex-metal of her preferred seat actually helped with the angles on Arcee's back, not bending any of her winglets or spines. It was the same thing with Bumblebee's door-wi

Disclaimer: I don't own Samurai Jack or anything related to the show. All that's mine here are a few minor OCs and one major one whom I hope doesn't come off as a Mary-Sue. Read and enjoy! Chapter I It was mid day in Metro City. Skyscrapers towered over crisscrossing rows of airborne vehicles. On the ground crowds of pedestrians crammed the streets, trying to make the most of their all too brief lunch breaks. This was the time of day the food vendors waited for with the greatest anticipation. One small tavern was packed with customers, and the wait staff had their hands full trying to keep up with all the orders. There were barely enough ta

The water of Feliciano’s shower suddenly turned cold, he gasped slightly in shock as he realised he must have finally used the last of the hot water. He took a moment, gritting his teeth, to rinse the soap off his arms and his unshaved legs. He’d have to wait and shave them in the morning when the water heater was working again. He left the shower and stepped on the scale, watching the dial spin, he bit his lip, hoping the needle would stop on a lower number than it had the day before. Feliciano huffed softly as he read the numbers on the scale, shaking his head as he stepped off, he took one of the yellow towels that hung on th

Chapter 1 Evan Ever since I could remember, my mother would tell me stories of a village where you could meet the dead, and a hidden place where you could meet all sorts of creatures. It is one of the few things that I can hold onto now that my mother had passed away. She was barely in her fourties, yet it was her sickness that had claimed her life. Even though I was eighteen, I never had any goals or dreams to set after. One night, I remembered my mother's voice telling me that the village was indeed real, for she once lived there. If this as true, and I could meet the dead, perhaps I could be reunited with her. Whenever I'm with her, she