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𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙰𝚈, 𝙰𝙺𝙰 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚁
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𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺: 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙰𝙽𝚃

𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙴: 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙾𝚃

𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 - 𝙽𝙴𝚄𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚃 "𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚁".

(no minors, no taboo. writer is 25 years old)
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NAME/ALIAS: MATT WARDAY, "HOPPER"

ROLE: PILOT OF LAUGHING SPECTER "DEATH ADDER"

STATUS: DESERTER

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RP ACCOUNT

NON-LEWD/LEWD STRICTLY IN DM'S ONLY!

15 YEARS OF WRITING BAYBEE

WRITTEN BY MASS

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LIKE AND RT!!!
a robot is standing in a pile of rubble
ALT: a robot is standing in a pile of rubble
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December 16, 2025 at 2:41 AM
//god give me strength not to make a metal gear joke
December 16, 2025 at 12:13 AM
Hop: I'm gonna thundercunt this car

the person in the backseat he forgot to check for:
December 15, 2025 at 11:23 PM
Has no money whatsoever.

DOES have a machine gun.
[←Currently sitting on ten million gold coins,

She's loaded, when it comes to earthbread currency,

Doesn't really know how it transfers over-]
December 15, 2025 at 7:59 PM
" WHY ARE THERE SUDDENLY MORE RICH PEOPLE.

GO PAY YOUR TAXES I'M BROKE "
December 15, 2025 at 7:19 PM
" That sounds like a /you/ problem. "

There's a playful sneer in the voice coming from Death Adder's comms. It's clear Hop's taking the piss.
December 15, 2025 at 7:18 PM
" Gross. Rich people. "
December 15, 2025 at 6:55 PM
" ...who in the hell is Tony Stark? "
I don’t understand why people feel bad for me when I tell them I’ve dated Tony Stark.
Like, what’s up with that?
December 15, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Is pretty sure one of those would be the size of four Malo Marts...
I wonder if the malo mart has any particle accelerators. . .
December 15, 2025 at 4:25 PM
" Oooh, i'm nowhere near that level of special.

I ended up here by way of a fluke; something zapped something just the right way, and catapulted my ass into the great unknown at half the speed of sound.

I don't /think/ I could go back and forth like that... Not without surging whatever bugged out-
“I see what you mean. I tend to observe my own past self every now and then. But he himself has strayed from his own destined fate, defying it completely for his own allies. But personally, I’m okay with that.”
" Hm.

Sort of like those fragments of other universes I saw in that odd wormhole... Different versions of myself, too. "
December 15, 2025 at 4:24 PM
Hop was quick to fistbump the mechanic, nodding.

" The Death Adder is a standard humanoid bipedal unit, but i'm thinking my joints are a bit more advanced than yours. That, and you'll want to be careful with the cloaking tech.

And the brain that's lodged in its' skull. I don't think you'll need to
+ your ride; I don't want to break anything."

The crowd parts for a stocky, Asian man with stubble on his face. "I'm Major Singh. We'll repay the debt we owe you, Sergeant. I've called in people who can help 'out-of-place' folks like yourself, but until then make yourself at home."
December 15, 2025 at 4:17 PM
" Hm.

Sort of like those fragments of other universes I saw in that odd wormhole... Different versions of myself, too. "
“Both. The version of him that I know is at rest. The version of him my past self is acquainted with is very much still alive.”
" Are they still around, or are they like my unit and at rest? "
December 15, 2025 at 4:15 PM
" Are they still around, or are they like my unit and at rest? "
@laughingspecter.bsky.social

“I once knew a person who was a soldier like you. He was… a good friend of mine.”
December 15, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Hop quietly sat outside the Death Adder, setting up a small base camp for himself and redoing the mylar tape seals on his pilot suit, repatching the tattered pieces with new tape as he'd sit against the foot of his mech.

It had been a while since he stepped out of his cockpit; he looked as if he-
December 15, 2025 at 2:15 PM
i am no longer following people pack it up go home
December 15, 2025 at 2:01 PM
" It's nice to meet you too.

Question, are there any other humans around? I think I might be it. "
December 15, 2025 at 1:25 AM
" I'm Hopper. The robot's name is Death Adder. "
"... Midnight Saint Lily Cookie,

Most people just call me Saint Lily Cookie or White Lily Cookie,"
" I'd figure. You're still getting crushed into bits. "

The mech adjusts her so that she's now sitting in its' palm, its' eyeless gaze remaining focused on her.

The voice she listened to came from the mech's comms; the grin it had on its' face never once moved.

" What's your name? "
December 15, 2025 at 1:07 AM
" I'd figure. You're still getting crushed into bits. "

The mech adjusts her so that she's now sitting in its' palm, its' eyeless gaze remaining focused on her.

The voice she listened to came from the mech's comms; the grin it had on its' face never once moved.

" What's your name? "
"We're edible,

But it hurts like absolute hell, it's like being stabbed,"
" Alien cookies....

...are you still edible or are you just cookies in appearance?

Not that i'd eat a sentient being. "
December 15, 2025 at 1:04 AM
" Alien cookies....

...are you still edible or are you just cookies in appearance?

Not that i'd eat a sentient being. "
December 15, 2025 at 1:01 AM
" So you're a space alien? "
"It's a planet,

Where me and the other cookies live,"
" What the hell is... earthbread?

Sounds like bread you find in the dirt. "
December 15, 2025 at 12:58 AM
" What the hell is... earthbread?

Sounds like bread you find in the dirt. "
"Uh....

Since earthbread was created...

Which was eons ago,"
December 15, 2025 at 12:56 AM
" ...when did baked goods start moving? "
[-She blinked,

Granted she was shaking slightly, just managing to keep it inside-]
The Death Adder nonchalantly plucks her off the ground by her head and gazes blankly back into her eyes.
December 15, 2025 at 12:51 AM
The Death Adder nonchalantly plucks her off the ground by her head and gazes blankly back into her eyes.
December 15, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Oh he got his wish alright - via Hopper tossing him out of his cockpit with a hearty "YEET", clambering back into his pilot's seat and promptly closing the hatch as the mech once again groaned to life.

" This is literally my house! And car. And everything I own.

...god forbid a man takes a whiz.
Oh, thank God he’s out… For a second, the thought of another imprisonment almost crossed his mind.

With a sharp tsk, he wrenched the other’s hands away, eyes narrowing like blades.

“Bastard. Don't touch me.”
" WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT HUMAN. "

Dark, evil clones of heroes of time don't exist where he's from... or talking animals, which is going to be a fun time if he runs into those.

But he's soon pulling the emergency hatch release, the angery man lunging up and grabbing him by the tunic.

"/YOU/"
December 14, 2025 at 5:22 PM
" WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT HUMAN. "

Dark, evil clones of heroes of time don't exist where he's from... or talking animals, which is going to be a fun time if he runs into those.

But he's soon pulling the emergency hatch release, the angery man lunging up and grabbing him by the tunic.

"/YOU/"
How did he end up...in here??

"Because I'm not HUMAN, MORON." He's trying to figure out how to pilot this thing—.
" ASSHOLE. "

The very pissed off pilot is clinging to the chest of his mech, pounding on the door as the stolen mech's pilot seat proceeds to zap him repeatedly with electrodes prodding at his back.

" GIVE BACK MY MOTHERFUCKING ROBOT. WHY AREN'T YOU /TAZEABLE/."
December 14, 2025 at 5:09 PM