Jack and StaindDisclaimer:
I do not own ROTG. I do not own Staind. I do not own the song. I do not own Aaron Lewis.
North frowns as a yeti busts into his private workroom, smashing a little flying horse made of ice. "Phil! I told you to knock!" Phil ignores North's outburst and starts yamering in that weird grunting language that no one but other yetis and North seemed to understand.
Phil was reporting a bunch of missing electronics. As well as that fact that while Jack Frost was still visiting Santoff Claussen, no one had seen the trouble maker for hours. North paled at that. Usually Jack would be flying around causing mischief while he was visiting. If Jack was not to be found then what kind of trouble was he cooking up now?
North raced out of the room, deciding to check Jack's guest room first. If boy is not there i will check workshop next. North was determined to stop any pranks Jack was planning. But as he rounded the corner and made it to the hall were Jack's room was The
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i look
For how i dress
What music i listen to
I sit in bed and cry
Not because of what they say hurts
Because it does
But because I'm not appreciated
Wondering down a path
I try my best
But nothing works
I don't eat because I'm "too fat"
I listen to my music loud to block all the words
Those words that will stick in my head
Make me cut again
I don't want that
I just want to be freed
I feel so trapped
I cant explain it
I begin to have feelings for someone
They aren't ever mutual
I sit and realise
Once again my hopes are dashed
Its a vicious cycle
I've never been told how to love
I've never experienced it
I feel empty
Yet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeks
Has taken hold of me
We Were Left BehindWash sat chained to the canyon wall with Sarge and Donut on either side, both unconscious. Wash stared at the ground blankly, thinking about his team that got out. They were going to be ok with Felix and the New Republic soldiers because of what they all thought they were. They were an asset and they weren't going to lose that any time soon. But Sarge and Donut were still here and in harms way, he'd have to get them out. His head rose as he heard footsteps and he glared as Locus neared them.
"What do you want, Locus?" Wash hissed out the name. Locus chuckled and stopped in front of him. "If you do that whole 'join me' thing bullshit, the answer is still no!" Wash grunted as Locus wacked him in the face with the butt of his gun. "Yeah, keep doing that, that'll make me wanna work with you." WACK!
"Leave him alone!" Donut shouted suddenly, getting both to look over. Locus wacked Donut aside the face and Donut shrieked. Wash fumed and snarled.
"Don't you dare do that!" Wash snapped, Locus
RvB: Fix You"I like fixing things."
York had told her that once. She had walked into his room, intending to ask the tan freelancer about the training schedule, only to find him fiddling with an ancient looking silver pocket watch. He barely glanced up at her, so focused on his project that he almost missed her inquiry. "It's been in my family for generations." He explained. "Dad gave it to me when I joined the army. But it's still pretty old, so it breaks a lot."
"Why don't you just get a new watch?" she had asked, leaning against the door frame. "I'm sure there's a thousand out there that are much better." York stared at her for a long moment, realizing by the way she tipped her head in bewilderment that she just didn't understand. So he simply sighed and offered her an almost pitying smile.
"Some things are just worth fixing Carolina."
Carolina didn't know why those words stuck with her. During training, on missions, in the halfway point between consciousness and dreams, they would somehow glide
Never Feel AloneNever Feel Alone
For those in need; help them
So they don’t feel alone in this sometimes evil and sick world we live in
No one deserves to go live a life alone or feel like they’re by themselves,
Because as a team, any group of people can fight on through this,
And with love they will prosper through these dark and critical times
Let people have someone to lean on, something that will help them moving forward
And help them return to comfort; so someone can comfortably live their life
Give them something to strive for and look towards,
Because with a set of goals it can give one’s life meaning
It can give a lost soul some direction
And with love and determination, we can get through this phase of testing,
Tests that will forever help mold us as people; difficult times will be our defining moments
And I know those that have lost or feel hopeless may not see this,
But there’s hope, there’s life; somehow, someway we’ll find positivity throu
ReunionDonut sniffed back a sob. The pink private glanced at the clock. Three hours, forty-seven minutes. That's how long he had been alone. Totally alone. Three hours and forty-seven minutes ago, Caboose was killed.
Donut was in the base's kitchen, putting the finishing touches on his pot roast and starting the crockpot. He smiled to himself, he loved cooking for his teammates. He'd make sure to snag a plate before the others finished dinner off and save it for Caboose, who was sneaking over at ten. Humming lightly to himself, Donut went about cleaning the various dirty utensils. That was when Sarge had come in, taking a forkful of the uncooked roast and shoving it in his mouth. Donut had remembered how he'd pursed his lips; he had tried to warn his CO about the dangers of raw beef but the man didn't listen. "Red's always better!" Donut sighed and resumed cleaning.
"T'day's a good day, son."
"Hmm. Why's that, Sarge?" Donut