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First Meeting Treat - A Boboiboy AU

Warning: Possibly OOC

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After getting over the sudden shock of his soccer ball actually being some kind of high tech sphere from outer space, Boboiboy was granted the power of the elements. Ochobot says they're very powerful and has many abilities can utilize.

That's what Ochobot said, but he finds it hard to believe, because such power came in the form of little orbs. There's 3 of them, each with a different color and symbol on their forehead, and can fit in his palm. They have these white eyes that seem to convey so much emotion, and when Boboiboy looks into them, he sees... fear?

Boboiboy's not sure how he will use their power, maybe he can try using it like one of those magicians he sees on TV, but then what will he use it for? Ah, maybe he can have them help do chores, that would help a lot!

But for now, he has the little orbs on the kitchen table, as they stare at one another, unmoving. Last Boboiboy checked the elementals could move around on their own just fine. Maybe they need some encouragement? What could he do to help?

The boy racked his mind for anything, then he remembered how his dad always used food to coax Mechabot into doing something. Oh that's right! The fastest way to the heart is through the stomach! Maybe they're just hungry.

He left the chair and went to the fridge, looking for anything that can be eaten, he has chosen lots of varieties, see what the little orbs will like.

Ochobot watches him from the side, curious at the boy's actions.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to see what they eat, they're probably hungry"

"Um, they don't need to eat you know?"

Still, Ochobot was ignored, so he watched as his new master try to feed the elementals. So far, all failed attempts.

"Hey Ochobot? What do powers eat?"

"Um, energy perhaps?"

Which led to him giving the orbs batteries, but only the little red orb was interested, so it's only 1/3 success

Boboiboy has ran out of ideas, and is currently slumped down on the table. Maybe he should just go back to bed and think about this tomorrow.

Seeing Boboiboy so down, Ochobot can't help but feel bad. Afterall, he's Boboiboy's Powersphere, and yet could hardly do anything to help him right now. If only he didn't get kicked...

The yellow sphere decides to try setting his priorities straight with a bit of thinking. The sphere glanced around until his eyes landed on a can of cocoa. Cocoa has lots of energy, and it could be used to activate a Powersphere like him, so maybe...

"Boboiboy, try giving them some cocoa!" Ochobot suggests in a lightbulb moment. If it works on a machine then it should work on the powers too.

Ochobot managed to grab Boboiboy's attention. Hearing the idea, the boy gets up and grabbed a can of cocoa. He figured it wouldn't be pleasant to eat a spoonful of cocoa, so he made a basic hot cocoa drink with it and placed it on the table.

The sweet smell of cocoa seems to have grabbed the blue orb's attention, it made it's way towards the cup, and to his amazement, floated up to the cup. Only then he realized that they're little orbs and probably won't be able to drink without accidentally dunking themselves in. So he pours it out on a plate instead.

Like before, the blue orb went first. The sudden recoil made Boboiboy worry about the drink being too hot, but then he felt wind flowing around. Wasn't the window closed? How is there wind? Maybe it's the orb's doing? But that doesn't matter now, as the blue orb happily consumed the liquid. The other 2, red and gold, looked at eachother before deciding to go for it, only to discover that the blue one has drank it all.

"There there, I still have plenty, here"

Boboiboy hands out 2 more small plates and refilled the blue orb's plate as well. He watched them, and contrary to before, they look so cute like this.

Boboiboy reaches out to the blue orb, the blue orb thought Boboiboy was going grab him, but all he received was some kind of petting action with one finger. It felt... oddly comfortable. Boboiboy smiles as he sees the orb lean into it. Does this mean he succeeded in earning the blue one's trust? Even so, he's glad they're more comfortable with him now.

The next day, while Boboiboy was outside with the orbs- No, not orbs, Petir, Angin and Tanah, those are the names he decided to call them based on the info Ochobot gave him. It's really basic, he knows, but they don't seem to mind.

As Boboiboy was going about, the square headed green alien appeared once again. Just as Boboiboy was about to receive an attack from him...

"Earth Barrier!"

A wall rises up and blocked the attack, saving Boboiboy. He looked up to see who his savior is, only to find... himself? No, he looks a little different.

The doppelganger turned around

"Are you okay Master?"

"Uh, um, yeah. Who are you?"

Ah, it seems he hurt the other boy's feelings a little bit, but he smiled

"It's fine if you don't recognize me. It's me, Tanah"

T- Tanah?! Wasn't Tanah a little gold orb just a moment ago?

Before Boboiboy could process how this happened though

"Leave this to us Master!" A cheerful voice called, and there was 2 others like him ruthlessly attacking the alien. Just what is going on?

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A 14 year old boy awoke to the sound of chirping birds and the sun shining through. Yep, the boy is none other than Boboiboy himself.

So much has happened, ever since that fateful meeting with Ochobot, with the elementals. It was chaotic, sure, but Boboiboy finds himself fond of those memories somewhat. He has made new friends and he was never alone thanks to the elementals's presence.

And he also has a promise to fulfill too. A promise to them, the elements who are still in sleep.

The day passed by quickly, and Tok Aba suddenly closed up shop a bit earlier than usual... Strange.

He entered the house, there's Tanah washing his hands, and why is Petir bringing his lightning blades?

Because he could ask though, Angin already told him to just go to his room and relax. He was confused, what are they doing?

A little while later, he was finally allowed to come down to the kitchen, there, he saw that Tanah has cooked many dishes and they even made some hot cocoa drinks.

"Eh? Are we having a special occasion?"

"Yeah! We're celebrating the 3 year anniversary of the day we met!"

"Something as simple as that? And you guys remembered?"

"Yes, it was a life changing day for us. Humans celebrate important days no?"

Ah, so that day was that important to them? Indeed, it was life changing for him too. Boboiboy smiles as he pulled them all into a group hug.

He remembers the form the elementals took, he remembers how they were at first. And it all started with a plate of hot cocoa.

Seriously, is putting away a few soccer balls that hard?

unrelated to my last post what do you think each sinners dynamic would be in the omegaverse?

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Gonna pop in and drop my guys too. Here’s them in some really fancy outfits

Ruminis Moiran: A changeling who replaced a child named Briar Miller. He lived with Briar’s identity until many years later when he eventually learnt the truth and left the Miller family for many reasons. He changed his name and appearance so he won’t be associated with Briar

Janatine: Briar Miller, the boy who was replaced by a changeling per his mother’s contract. Being raised in the faerie realm altered him into a Faun. While he loved his fae family, he also wanted to explore the homeland he came from. When his family deemed him ready, Briar set off to the human world with the name Janatine.

They eventually met while out shopping and looking for a new place to stay. Many shenanigans ensue

I think I've seen 3 or more people do this on my feed so... imma do it to!

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Mom Adopts a “Dog”

So y’all keep blowing up my notes with the various Family Lore stories I’ve been telling, so I guess I should tell one on my parents now.

My Mother’s Father was part of the United Auto Worker’s Union, and during the 50′s and 60′s, was on strike a lot. My point is, grandpa got himself an entirely deserved reputation for being a sucker who loved animals, so people would dump thier pets on him. Hence, my mother grew up in a house with pets such as Picket the one-eyed tomcat, Tweety the Bald canary, Dummy the cat, Stupid Son of Dummy, Spooky Garbage Dog and Chiquita the Tarantula.  Eventually Grandma put her foot down when Grandpa brought home Gerta the Saint Bernard.

I say all this because it provides some context for how the following occured.

Mom and Dad had just moved in together (my parents dated for six years and were engaged for 13 days, driving everyone on both sides insane), and unfortunately, My mother’s German Shepherd, Cops, has just passed away due to bone cancer.  After mourning for a bit, Mom and Dad decided to get a dog together, as a couple.  

For context, my father had never owned a dog in his life.  His mother had ‘Pretty Bird” the budgie as a child but parrots are alien life forms, not pets.

So they go to the Palo Alto Animal shelter to adopt.  The year was 1987, and at the time, Palo Alto was… not a great place.  Lots of drugs, gangs and poor civic managment.  Mom told me that she learned to identify different types of gunfire while living there. They get there, and mom explains that she’s always had a preference for Big Dogs, and the guy’s face lights up.  Oh Yes, he says, We have a Big Dog.  For expirienced owners, yep, adoptable today, here we’ll give you a discount even-

Somehow my parents were not suspicious about this.

They were shown to the Animal in question, a Gorgeous blue-sable beastie with pretty golden eyes who immediately pressed herself against the fence and gave them the best PUH-LEEEEEEASE TAKE ME HOME puppy eyes 100lbs of canine can do.  Mom and Dad fall in love instantly.  They sign all the paperwork and take her home for $10, and name her “Mazel” as in “Mazel Tov.”

Within the hour, it becomes clear that something is amiss.

Cops had lived with his kibble stored in a plastic garbage can in the garage for six years without incident.  Mazel figured out how to open doors and got the locking lid off the can in six minutes, horking down about four pounds of the stuff before my mother notices that it’s been weirdly quiet.  Most dogs bark at or chase squirrels.  Mazel stalked and caught one the second day, presenting it to my mother like an offering.  Mazel knew all her commands but would clearly stop to consider before obeying, and trained my dad to give her good treats within a week.  The locks on the side-yard gate were undone, and she took a stroll around the neighborhood, but always retuned home for dinner.

After a week of gradually realizing that Mazel was smarter than most of the professors my mom worked with, they took her to the Vet for a routine checkup.

Dr. Hamada walked into the exam room, dropped the clip-board and said “Where the HELL did you get a Wolf?”

After a bit of prodding and a very-angry-dr.hamada-calling-the-pound, they determined Mazel was a high-content hybrid, probably with a husky, but was going to be a lil shit her entire life.  OK, said Hamada, I don’t like destroying animals and you’ve got a lot of expirience with dogs, so I’m okay with letting you keep her, but you should keep her away from small children because her Prey Drive could kick in.

Two years later, mom got pregnant with me.

Mazel noticed instantly, and reacted by digging a large hole in the yard and catching even more squirrels for mom, because she needed the protein or something.  That what you do when the Alpha Bitch is preggers, right?  Dig a den and ply her with food?  On the advice of my grandmother, my mom stayed overnight at the hospital once I was delivered, and dad went home with a shirt that had moms and my scent on it.  Mazel spent the whole night puzzling over it.

The next morning, when mom came home with me, there was the sudden and instantaneous recognition of PUPPY!!!!!! :D:D:D!!!!! PUUUUUUUPPY!!!!!!  and Mazel turned into the most aggressively maternal being I’ve ever met.  Playing with me on the blanket, sitting under my chair at meals (I was a messy eater), sleeping under my crib, teaching me to walk by letting me hang onto her fur and shuffle around.

Dr. Hamada thought mom was a madwoman, until he saw me holding Mazel’s mouth open and sticking my face in so i could look at her teeth.  He gave up when my mom announced she was pregnant with my sister.

I’m making living with a Wolfdog sound awesome, but it did come with some drawbacks:

Mazel did have to be muzzled at the vets, because she had Opinions about having things stuck up her butt.

HAIR.  One of my chores growing up was to brush her out every week and I’d frequently end up with more hair than animal.

the only way we could reliably get her to stay in the yard was with an overhead tether with a STEEL cable, which she chewed through anyway.

Do you like waking up by being hit in the face with half a dead animal? No? Wolfdogs may not be for you.

More than capable of opening the fridge and eating everything if you’re not watching

Will get into everything if not otherwise occupied.  Including eating your tax forms.

Howls along with sirens at 4 AM.

PROS of growing up with a wolfdog, as a small child in the 90′s

I was afforded a degree of freedom normally associated with a pokemon trianer. It was no big deal for me and my sister to walk three miles through my not-really-good neighborhood to the Froyo if I took Mazel with us. People tended to leave us alone when we had 100lbs of overprotective Apex Predator following us around.

WINNING at Pet Day at school.  There wasn’t actually a compettion but Billy’s hamster sucks in comparison to an animal that is perfectly willing to demonstrate how she can snap an oak branch in half on command.

PTA moms losing their shit because Mazel would walk down the block by herself to come pick ups up from school.

Grew up associating the word “Bitch” with teeth and the willingness to rip an asshole’s face off for being rude.  Never changed the definition.

Learned the I-Own-This Strut and Murder-Stare from the absolute best.

When she was 17, Mom and Dad decided to add another room on to the house.  They rigged up the overhead tether so she could be outside but not underfoot for the contruction guys.  One morning, mom came out to notice them all milling in the side yard entrance, muttering worriedly.  When mom asked what was wrong, one of them explained that Carlos forgot to bring the Hamburger.  What do you need a hamburger for?  Asked mom, and they pointed down the side yard to where Mazel was sitting, doing her best Viscious Alpha Bitch Stare.

Apparently they’d never realized that she was on the VERY end of her tether there and couldn’t actually get to them, and had been scamming them for a big mac a day for a month.  Mom had my six-year-old sister pull her away to show she wasn’t dangerous and tired her best not to laugh but kind of failed.

Mazel ended up living to be 19 and a half, and except for some minor arthritis, remarkably hale until the day she passed away in her hole in the back yard while taking a nap.  I maintain that Death had to wait until she was sleeping to get a crack at her, or she would’ve taken his scythe for a chew toy.