Doomscrolling Save Point

Part 2:

“What are you doing?” Mantis had snuck up on Nebula curled up in her bed, flicking a triangular prism of paper back and forth. It had been approximately seventeen hours and forty-two minutes since their last conversation. 

“Some stupid game,” Nebula didn't even look up, focused on aiming the paper triangle directly at the lamp across the room. 

Mantis tilted her head. “If it is stupid…then why are you playing it?”

Nebula shrugged. Flicked the paper with her left hand. It crashed onto the floor without a sound. “Don't know. Don't care.”

Mantis shifted on her feet, then leaned back on her heels, then stared at the ceiling. “Can I join you?”

Nebula didn't say yes. She didn't nod. She just scooted to the head of the bed, back pressed against the wall, and patted the other side. “Get the paper. Get up. Put your hands like this. Let's get on with it already.”

Mantis copied Nebula's hand position, but Nebula had to make adjustments. For half a second, her hands touched Mantis's. Nebula's hands were surprisingly cold. Mantis couldn't help the way she stared into Nebula's eyes, her antennae glowing in the dim room.

“You're nervous.”

Nebula pulled away with more speed than a bullet shooting out of a rifle. “I didn't give you permission to read my mind, insect.”

Mantis stared at the black bedsheets. “Sorry.”

She was met with a paper triangle hitting her in the chest, then falling into the space between her hands. Nebula's expression remained untouched. “Score.”

Somewhere else on the planet, Rocket and Drax would be wondering where Nebula and Mantis had been all afternoon. They weren't going to find out.

Hello bugborg fandom! I present you with a short drabble.

Knowhere. 4 days after the abduction of Kevin Bacon.

“You knew.”

“What?”

“You knew the whole time, Nebula.” Mantis paused, deep in thought. Then finally, all those questions bubbled to the surface and formed one word. “How?”

Nebula was getting annoyed. “Again, knew what? I don't read minds, bug.”

“That Ego is my father.”

“Was,” Nebula corrected. Mantis flinched. Her antennae flickered a bit.

“I told you yesterday,” Mantis continued. “But I could sense…guilt. Remorse. Nervousness. You already knew.” 

Nebula stiffened. “It wasn't hard to guess. Ego didn't have a single other being living on his planet. He murdered all of his previous children and their mothers, makes sense he'd spare the most useful one.”

Mantis's eyes widened for a moment. “Yes, that was why he wanted to find Peter.”

“I'm not talking about Peter, grasshopper.”

“It's Mantis.”

“Let's just say that we've got one thing in common.”

“What is that?”

Something resembling a smile twitched on Nebula's lips. “We both had total dicks for fathers.”

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Each and every character you create will be the favourite of at least one reader. As the writer, try to find out why that might be

Watched Thunderbolts* and then drew more Magus/Adam Warlock

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Hello bugborg fandom! I present you with a short drabble.

Knowhere. 4 days after the abduction of Kevin Bacon.

“You knew.”

“What?”

“You knew the whole time, Nebula.” Mantis paused, deep in thought. Then finally, all those questions bubbled to the surface and formed one word. “How?”

Nebula was getting annoyed. “Again, knew what? I don't read minds, bug.”

“That Ego is my father.”

“Was,” Nebula corrected. Mantis flinched. Her antennae flickered a bit.

“I told you yesterday,” Mantis continued. “But I could sense…guilt. Remorse. Nervousness. You already knew.” 

Nebula stiffened. “It wasn't hard to guess. Ego didn't have a single other being living on his planet. He murdered all of his previous children and their mothers, makes sense he'd spare the most useful one.”

Mantis's eyes widened for a moment. “Yes, that was why he wanted to find Peter.”

“I'm not talking about Peter, grasshopper.”

“It's Mantis.”

“Let's just say that we've got one thing in common.”

“What is that?”

Something resembling a smile twitched on Nebula's lips. “We both had total dicks for fathers.”