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It was done, he told himself. Whatever change had occurred in the timeline, it was already in the past, irreversible as any other event. And after all, he’d known Marty for only a week. It was irrational to think of him as a friend. It was wildly irrational, to mourn something that had never existed.
After hearing about the birth of the McFly family's second daughter, Doc Brown can only conclude that the worst has happened and that Marty has somehow been erased from time. He resigns himself to being alone, but when he crosses paths with the new McFly kid he can't help but make a friend.
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12 Nov 2025
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For a young sparkling, a creator eating the last of your favorite treat is an offense on par with the greatest crime. So, naturally, Red Alert dials the Enforcers to come arrest his daddy in response. The Enforcer they get turns out to be just what they both needed.
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26 Apr 2025
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Can't Raise Hell as a Saint by historical_allusions
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010)
26 May 2025
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When an adult Jason Todd is thrown into the past, he must balance raising his childhood self with reinventing his vigilante personae, all without revealing his knowledge of the future...
A task made infinitely more difficult when he starts changing things in the past and attracts the attention of a young Batman and Robin.
Impossible, with a supernatural killer on the loose.
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11 Apr 2025
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Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
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23 Jun 2025
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“Sorry to worry ya, Tori…” Tenna says, pressing the plastic ball to his screen. He lets out a shaky breath, clutching it as hard as he can without disturbing the child inside. “It’s just… TV time, you hear? Kris just needs a little TV time. They’ll be smiling and laughing in no time! Then you can all gather around to watch me… just like the good old days.”
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What if Kris was the only one in the living room when they made the fountain?
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22 Jun 2025