Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter seven by cagedcreature, literature
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Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter seven
“All of this could of been avoided if we just gave her a cheese burger on the way here” suggested sister Eros. “Bah!” Bodie (brother foxy) said crossly, “And give my money to one of those glutton panders? Who Charges the likes of me to pay a pretty penny for an overly greasy burger meal. No way!” Sister Eros pulled back a few strains back. “I’m not into fast food either, but at least give the girl something to fill her belly with that isn’t that bizarre taffy.” “Believe me I tried!” Brother foxy frowned. “And yet no matter what I tell her, she still manages to sneak that junk wherever we go.” Sister Eros sighed heavily, “oh turds” she groaned. “What in the fiery heck did we got ourselves into?” Everyones astral projections exited out from the door, and returned to their rightful bodies. Raz and everyone else awoken. But for Augustus he awoken with a panic, “Noooo!! Wait!! Wait!! Take me back!” He scrambled onto his feet. “My mother and father! They were back there!” Virgil’s robes
Psychonauts: At the cold madness Chapter six by cagedcreature, literature
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Psychonauts: At the cold madness Chapter six
Down, down, down, down below. Only to be saved by the power of leviation. Virgil and the four pyschics summoned their thought bubbles to which they turn them into their own personal balloons. With the exception of Frazie, took about ten tries before finally getting leviation bubble right. Allowing them to float gently. “Hey watch this” said Virgil. He took his bubble and throw it down. The four of them watched carefully, not once did they take their eyes off. It didn’t hit anything. But it did became flat and flexible. And once Virgil land on it. It allowed him to walk on it. Giving him the ability to stand in midair. The flatten bubble took shape again as Virgil began to run. It became a staircase as it elevating him high up. But once jumped up and down, the flattened bubble became a trampoline. As spring up in the air again, Raz and the other applauded. Now that their done applauding, they decide it was their turn. Took a few misses, before they finally got their hits. Though with
Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter five by cagedcreature, literature
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Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter five
“GOOOOOOOD MORNING GRAAAAAVEYAAAARD!!” There eyes adjusted to the sudden brightly lit room. Not a room made of brick, or anything relating to an ancient crypt. You see, it was a room with a shelves of records, soft crimson red carpeting, jet black wallpaper and Virgil sitting next to a big mic. “Hey hold up” Raz said. “I thought were going to do some mental gymnastics.” “Yeah” Frazie added “not guest star in your radio show” “Cool your jets guys” hat kid chimed. “We are doing mental gymnastics, it’s just that Virgil is…” “Busy” he adjusted the mic. “Yeah, unfortunately my mind has a lot of dead people calling out to me then I expected.” If anyone who knew Virgil, they would tell you that the man is a busy bee. Normally with these kind of telepathy, where you can hear the thoughts everyone—dead or not. It can easily drive the most sane and patient person into an utter nutcase. Hearing voices from both the land of the living and the land of the dead, all day is truly a maddening
Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter four by cagedcreature, literature
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Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter four
The world was dark, endless blackness and space. Nothing can be found here except for a long stream, a river of flowing souls and cool water. It’s in this stream, where four coffins drifted down. All at once, the lids on each coffin automatically opened wide, revealing Raz, Augustus, Frazie and Hat kid. “Welcome to the mental world guy’s,” Raz said agerly, hoping to see what his sisters reaction would be. “Oh my gosh!” Frazie panicked, “did we die?! Did that grim reaper wannabe killed us?! Did he steal are organs?! Are we going to hell?!” “No no no” hat kid said with actually words this time, “we’re just in his mind.” For a moment Frazie appears to calm down, “ok, I’ll take your word for it” she said, “but no funny business.” Just then, as she arose from her coffin, there was a figure standing on top of her coffin. A bright human size holographic doodle of a bronze colored man wearing a helmet and sandals that have a pair of wings on each of them. This caused her fall back, but not
Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter Three by cagedcreature, literature
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Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter Three
Valermo Memorial, it is here where one can find rows of marble tombstones set as if some choir Orchestra for the souls to moan along with the wind, and the with the statue of Grulovian Lament at the center like some Mighty tall conductor. Only with miserable yet hopeful deceased citizens displayed onto stone. Lonely widows, grieving families and empathic persons fill this Memorials morbid music of tragedy and lost. Knowing how many suffered in the great dam disaster. One could only imagine, what must be going their minds before their deaths. All we wanted to do is end the czars dictatorship and fix our country. Why did they had to kill us? We wanted no violence, we just wanted to be heard. Everyone here responded with a tune of farewell and grief. Except for one. A family of acrobats. They’re sad tune was more then tears, speeches and all that. Their tune was rather bittersweet than anything and it was much more lyrical and the lyrics went something like this: Happy birthday to you!
Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter Two by cagedcreature, literature
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Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter Two
It was here at a snowy cliff. Like so many hills and cliffs in this area they were so Big and wide a regular size jet could just land on top of them. And sure enough a jet does land on top of them. But this jet didn’t land like a normal jet would, but rather it landed more like how a hovercraft or a helicopter would land. After all, this is the pyschonauts private jet. Powered by Pysitantium, which glows from its underbelly. Allowing it to move at any directions and at any angle. But can also give its psychic passengers a boost in there psychic abilities. For instance, when the hatch on top pops open. Everyone and everything was elevated out from the jet by the mental claws of telekinesis. Which would be difficult for one regular Psychic to pull off, but when there’s pysitantium around, they can defy gravity for a brief moment in time. Elevating a whole group of people into the air like dolls. Once in the air, the Grulovian winter climate hit everybody like a ton of bricks, with the
Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter one by cagedcreature, literature
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Psychonauts: At the cold of madness Chapter one
Looking through the window with his nose and red tinted goggles pressed against the glass. Raz gazed down at the world below him. As every mountain, every tree and the ever so seemingly endless snowy countryside passes him by. As the jet takes him across the alps. Where the Mountains boarder between civilization and nature, and the once clear sky gets eaten by some approaching clouds. As he sat there by the window, Raz wondered. Wonder what kind of country has Grulovia become after 20 years. Has it become better? Has it become worse? Is there a better government now? Or have they all gone back to square one, by allowing another dictator gain power? But more importantly, what has happened to Agent Fullbear’s body. Last time the pyschonauts were in Grulovia, they’ve lost a good agent and a good friend. His name was Helmut Fullbear. Who sacrificed himself in order to save the love of his life. The only thing that remains of him now was his brain, which is now in a hamster ball that
I don't own Hetalia okay? I know I have a few other fics I should be working on but guess what I've been hit with a lot of one-shot ideas lately. And they won't leave me alone until I write them. Anyway, enough of this A/N on with the fic! It was a warm August afternoon as Russia picked up the package with dread. It had been a busy few days with his sisters. Ukraine had her birthday just the day before and now it was Belarus's. And while he loved spending time with Ukraine, Belarus terrified him. I cannot just not show up to Natalya's birthday. That would be rude... He sighed looking at the ceiling. "Is something bothering you Mr. Russia?" Lithuania asked as he looked over at him from his cleaning. "Today is Belarus's birthday but I do not want to go." Russia moaned placing his face in his hands. "But she is my little sister." Lithuania sighed. He knew just why Russia would be so conflicted. Belarus was scary and obsessed with him to the point of wanting to marry him. He only saw her
I don’t own Hetalia okay? I know this won’t be much more than fluff but who cares? It’s an idea that hit me and I go nuts for my OTPs in their fandoms. So anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic! A summer breeze blew as Alfred waited on his porch for Ivan to show up. How he can survive wearing that scarf year round is beyond me. He thought as he waved a magazine back and forth like a fan. Maybe I should lower the air conditioner too. Vanya isn’t used to this kind of heat.... but the electric bill is getting almost as bad as it does in the winter..... However it was a nice pleasant weekend and Alfred had an idea for a night out that he hadn’t done for a long while. With that new Avenger movie coming out this weekend as well, it all fell into place for him. A car pulled up into Alfred’s driveway. “Privet Fredka.” Ivan smiled as he turned off the car and ran up the steps of Alfred’s house. “I cannot wait to spend this weekend with you dorogoy.” “You too big guy.” Alfred said