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Mythological Beauty

Summary:

TSC never really got to experience a family. Their friends were the closest they got to having one, but now they're all gone, and there was no way they'd ever consider that...monster family.
...Would Vic and his partners really let them be apart of their family?

or, A Polyrockets adopt TSC fic.

Notes:

AHHHH Hello!!!!
I've had the idea for this fic rattling inside my brain for MONTHS, and I've only just gotten around to it now. :)
Please do note that this is my first fic and will not be perfect! If you spot any mistakes or have any constructive critism please feel free to lmk!
Also note that I'm playing very fast and loose with the actual canon timeline with this fic, I swear it'll make sense!!(hopefully)
Enjoy! :D

Chapter 1: Prolouge

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Everything hurt.

They could feel the adrenaline pumping through their veins start to slow, the pain of everything from the past few minutes (had it really only been that long?) catching up to them.

The pain from losing their first friends, the only ones they’d ever had, watching them disappear into nothing.

Pain from that monster.

Their hand slowed, finishing up their drawing of a horse.

What… What were they supposed to do now? The cursor-guy-thing was gone (at least they think he’s gone), their friends were gone, what was left for them? What could they even do now?

They got their answer sooner than they’d like, crashing down to the floor and seeing their creations get deleted. The cursor was back.

Fuck.

They wasted no time lagging behind and started running, kicking the cursor off when it tried to grab them.

They needed to get out. Crap, crap, think, think!! They needed off the computer, they needed to hide they needed to be anywhere but here, anywhere away from that monster-

…Was there always a crack in the wifi?

They didn’t spare a second, getting to the wifi and ripping into the crack, wide enough to let them just get through, pulling themselves into wherever it led, the cursor missing their leg by barely a hair.

And then they were free.

And then they were in a blinding white tunnel.

Their heart pounded in their chest, they got free, they got free, they got free!

A laugh tore out of their throat, giggling to themselves. Their eyes started to sting but they couldn’t bring themselves to care, waves of emotion coursing through them. A beaming smile on their face, they’d gotten away from that damned cursor-!

Their joy was cut short by the feeling of smashing face first into something. Hard. They couldn’t focus on anything, they felt weightless, still falling, their consciousness failing them. Eyes and head feeling heavy, as they fell unconscious they could only focus on one thought.

I miss my friends.