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Anonymous asked:

Comsock would like to speak to you, Rishy. He has heard of your revolution and is going to put an end to it.

"He wants to talk? Let him come. Him and I alone.

There is an army here ready to die at my word.

Anything he brings will be slaughtered. “

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

Why do you hate the Lamb? She will lead us to Salvation.

* The evil Rishy doppelganger snarled.*

" She drove my race extinct! There are no new Handymen! I’m all that’s left because of her!"

mothermal asked:

mothermal:

bettermens-autobodies:

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* The Handyman was chained to a wall, his lower half of his face in a muzzle.

His arms where tied against his shell to keep him from lashing out.

He scanned his wild blue eye at Mal, manically giggling.*

" Rishy likes to see you aaaaaggggaaaaaiiinnn!"

* The giggles tapered into wracked sobs.*

" Mal….I’m sorry…..I’m so sorry…."

* Rishy’s strength blossomed enough for him to awaken and see the infection spread. The beast also healed, but was still unconscious. Rishy had to act fast, or else.*

Mal rubbed at her eyes, trying to look up at the doppleganger and tried to catch her breath.

"Both… share…. the hurt…" she tried to say. "Can’t… kill him…. or you die too…. so…. what now?"

" Freeze him alive. Keep him alive but paralyzed. If we are stronger, we free him…and maybe resort to surgery to calm him down for good."

"…how?" Mal asked, finally able to open her good eye slightly to look at the double. "…can you? I can’t…"

* Rishy nodded.* ” Do you want to….say goodbye? I know he’s horrible….but he’s what I am without friends or family.”

Mal nodded, carefully clambering up to her feet and taking the double’s face into her hands. “I’m so sorry…. you’re going through this.” She said softly. “Hum is…. the Hum here is safe… and happy. M-Maybe when you’re better…. you can see him. Until then…. just sleep a while…”

* He managed to open his eye slightly, the pupil contracting and unfocused.* ” Nightmare….trapped with nightmares…” * With that, Rishy unleashed his Old Man Winter. The double froze solid into a statue.*

Mal lowered her head sadly, then collapsed again, her vision fading. The shock was fading and the adrenaline rush left her feeling weak and disoriented.

"…Rishy? Rishy, where are you?"

* The frozen doppelganger stared back seemingly lifeless.*

mothermal asked:

mothermal:

bettermens-autobodies:

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* The Handyman was chained to a wall, his lower half of his face in a muzzle.

His arms where tied against his shell to keep him from lashing out.

He scanned his wild blue eye at Mal, manically giggling.*

" Rishy likes to see you aaaaaggggaaaaaiiinnn!"

* The giggles tapered into wracked sobs.*

" Mal….I’m sorry…..I’m so sorry…."

* Rishy’s strength blossomed enough for him to awaken and see the infection spread. The beast also healed, but was still unconscious. Rishy had to act fast, or else.*

Mal rubbed at her eyes, trying to look up at the doppleganger and tried to catch her breath.

"Both… share…. the hurt…" she tried to say. "Can’t… kill him…. or you die too…. so…. what now?"

" Freeze him alive. Keep him alive but paralyzed. If we are stronger, we free him…and maybe resort to surgery to calm him down for good."

"…how?" Mal asked, finally able to open her good eye slightly to look at the double. "…can you? I can’t…"

* Rishy nodded.* ” Do you want to….say goodbye? I know he’s horrible….but he’s what I am without friends or family.”

Mal nodded, carefully clambering up to her feet and taking the double’s face into her hands. “I’m so sorry…. you’re going through this.” She said softly. “Hum is…. the Hum here is safe… and happy. M-Maybe when you’re better…. you can see him. Until then…. just sleep a while…”

* He managed to open his eye slightly, the pupil contracting and unfocused.* ” Nightmare….trapped with nightmares…” * With that, Rishy unleashed his Old Man Winter. The double froze solid into a statue.*

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

harness the power of the crows rishy. only u can do this task.

" How? You’re not making sense! How can I do this? They’re bigots! They’ll never listen!"

mothermal asked:

mothermal:

bettermens-autobodies:

mothermal:

bettermens-autobodies:

bettermens-autobodies:

* The Handyman was chained to a wall, his lower half of his face in a muzzle.

His arms where tied against his shell to keep him from lashing out.

He scanned his wild blue eye at Mal, manically giggling.*

" Rishy likes to see you aaaaaggggaaaaaiiinnn!"

* The giggles tapered into wracked sobs.*

" Mal….I’m sorry…..I’m so sorry…."

* Rishy’s strength blossomed enough for him to awaken and see the infection spread. The beast also healed, but was still unconscious. Rishy had to act fast, or else.*

Mal rubbed at her eyes, trying to look up at the doppleganger and tried to catch her breath.

"Both… share…. the hurt…" she tried to say. "Can’t… kill him…. or you die too…. so…. what now?"

" Freeze him alive. Keep him alive but paralyzed. If we are stronger, we free him…and maybe resort to surgery to calm him down for good."

"…how?" Mal asked, finally able to open her good eye slightly to look at the double. "…can you? I can’t…"

* Rishy nodded.* ” Do you want to….say goodbye? I know he’s horrible….but he’s what I am without friends or family.”

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

no rishy. you must lead them to light. make them see. make them see their wrongs. lead the croows

" How? I’m not pure. They killed my family because I’m a mutt.

The only way they would understand the pain….is if they all had the conversion.

Make them all Handymen.”

mothermal asked:

mothermal:

bettermens-autobodies:

bettermens-autobodies:

* The Handyman was chained to a wall, his lower half of his face in a muzzle.

His arms where tied against his shell to keep him from lashing out.

He scanned his wild blue eye at Mal, manically giggling.*

" Rishy likes to see you aaaaaggggaaaaaiiinnn!"

* The giggles tapered into wracked sobs.*

" Mal….I’m sorry…..I’m so sorry…."

* Rishy’s strength blossomed enough for him to awaken and see the infection spread. The beast also healed, but was still unconscious. Rishy had to act fast, or else.*

Mal rubbed at her eyes, trying to look up at the doppleganger and tried to catch her breath.

"Both… share…. the hurt…" she tried to say. "Can’t… kill him…. or you die too…. so…. what now?"

" Freeze him alive. Keep him alive but paralyzed. If we are stronger, we free him…and maybe resort to surgery to calm him down for good."

killamobetta:

radicalbehavior:

Tell me about a time where a white child was killed and black people made a hashtag mocking their death, a Halloween costume mocking their death, or a celebration of their death in any way shape or from. NEVER!!

Black pride has never been about hating white people, but white supremacy has always been about hating black people.

^^^^

Are you joking? Did you forget the people who tweeted that Robin Williams deserved to die because he was white? Or when the New Black Panthers rioted, saying things like it was their mission in life to exterminate white babies?

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

no rishy. not to fight. to join them. to be their leader. join the zealotS.

" Why should I? They killed my mother. They took my eye. Dragged me to Bettermens.

No….I don’t want to join them.

I want them exterminated.”

* The army erupted in a rousing cheer of support.*

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