Guess Who Just Got Detained And Questioned By GCPD For “unlawful Possession Of An Exotic Plant On Public

Hey, I've got your phone. Red Hood decided to send it to the archives. It'll be back by tonight.

Oh thank goodness. I can pick it up if that’s easier. The vines are a little hostile towards visitors right now.

...Mayhaps

MC in the Anything-Verse

A/N: The Anything-verse is owned by @darklordofthesimp, please go check them out before reading. If you haven’t already read my work ‘The Trouble with Time-Loops’ on Ao3 this might not make much sense either. I do not own Call of Duty. Anyway, on to the story!

MC knew better than to interact with the two terrifying snipers on TF-141. Sunshine and Birdy. Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, yet somehow the same. Ethereal in their beauty, Professional in their field, and Utterly hopeless in each of their respective love lives. MC never really knew what to make of the two. (It didn’t help that MC hadn’t interacted with TF-141 since the Graves Incident.) The teen would only watch from the surveillance cameras as the Shakespearean tragedy unfurled through the screen.

They watched as Birdy struggled with their emotions and trauma, building up a wall that would put Jericho to shame. MC briefly wondered if König was the trumpet in that metaphor, slowly but surely breaking down those walls.

They watched as Sunshine and Ghost danced around each other and their feelings like boxers in a ring, neither willing to throw the first punch. MC had started a bet on who would confess first. Personally, they thought that someone would have to point it out before either of them actually said something. (Probably Price.)

Sometimes MC would look at the scars on each of the snipers. They can’t imagine the reminders that either must experience when they look in the mirror; the teen could sort of relate in their own fucked up way. Although, they knew that it wasn’t the same. The two adults had to go through the healing process for the marks that decorated their skin; MC hadn’t had to go through that process at all. The teen didn’t know if they should be grateful for that or not.

Sometimes when MC would wake up covered in their own blood, they’d remind themself that the two snipers had been through so much worse. The two snipers kept going on despite that. If the snipers could do it, so could they. (The teen ignores the part of their mind that tells them that the snipers were both grown adults and soldiers. The part that reminds them that they’re still just a child.)

MC knew better than to interact with the two terrifying snipers on TF-141. Sunshine and Birdy. Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, yet somehow the same. The main characters in a Shakespearean tragedy where hubris will lead to their downfall. MC never really liked plays. (They didn’t like sad endings either.) The teen was tired of watching the drama on the screen.

Yeah, I’ll go do that. Would you like me to take notes about my experience while under the influence of the toxin? On a side note, I recommend being careful traversing this area, I saw some of the Bats patrolling.

I think my plants are talking to me. It might just be some of the fear toxin that was released an hour ago tho.

Always.

Do you think the bats might see some of the fan-fiction we write? I was gonna start writing some, but what if they see it? Is it worth the risk?

To the person who left a bottle of weed killer on my balcony: count your days.

Could you possibly send a few my way? My apartment is currently being overrun by vines and flowers. I don’t think that there’s anything malicious about them, but I’m having trouble walking around without falling flat on my face.

So, I just moved to Gotham. Was no one going to tell me that having plants in my apartment was frowned upon?

Just got back home from work and there are a bunch of clay pots on my balcony???

Find me on Ao3! (If you want to, of course)

Considering regular FDA regulations (or lack thereof), it was already poisoned. They just added a bit of spice.

someone poisoned the food again. yippee.