And you thought chimera were bad

[envy_the_sinners]

Who: Inhabitants of Shark House and any potential visitors
Where: Shark House
When: October 18-31
Summary: Halloween Fusion Plot catchall. Make headers as necessary!
Rating: PG-13?
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[armoredsoul]

So much for ballet

Al is one of the last in the household to change, and when he does it happens...very suddenly. He's descending the stairs when suddenly his legs shift oddly, and his arms suddenly feel way too heavy--

"AGH!!" His bulk lower half is what stops him from tumbling all the way down the stairs, but it also leaves Al...very, very stuck. He makes a grinding, panicked noise and squirms, trying to push himself free without doing any more damage.

"Uh...g-guys? Help!!"

The house of no hands

Al is hungry. Al is very hungry. Al also has no goddamn hands and that is really starting to piss him off.

He's finally gotten the hang of walking through the first floor of the house without knocking too many things over, but the useless little claws on the ends of his arms aren't good for much more than picking up soft items like blankets or pillows. However, he does have some level of psychic powers now, and he doesn't want to be forced to ask Scar every time he wants a bowl of cereal or a sandwich.

Which is why he's in the kitchen with his Gardevoir staring very hard at a bowl with the jug of milk shakily floating next to it. This is a weird, weird thing to be coached on, but dangit he is going to figure this junk out!

Wildcard

man idek go crazy you whacky peeps

the house of no hands

[no_ufo_ending]

Henry stands next to Al and anxiously watches the jug levitate. He is muttering encouragements, both because he wants his friend to be freed from this handless hell and also because he doesn't want to ask Scar for help either.

"You can do it. Just concentrate. You can do this."

[armoredsoul]

"I'm trying!"

Al's tongue is sticking out as he concentrates. Slowly, shakily, the milk jug starts to tilt. A little more...a little more...

Suddenly Beryl and Sol come tearing into the kitchen with a loud cry as they have Pokewhammies right on through the house, and Al yelps and loses his concentration. Thankfully the jug only tumbles for a few moments before Anastasia catches and rights it, but there's still a bunch of spilled milk all over the counter now.

The little brats are out of the kitchen before Al can even start to scold them. "You...argh! I almost had it that time!"

[no_ufo_ending]

Henry fluffs up and hops back with a startled hoot as Al's concentration falters.

"Man...you did. You were doing so well."

[armoredsoul]

He makes a long, metallic sounding groan and awkwardly crosses his arms, shuffling around to frown in the direction his Pokemon ran. Anastasia steps over and gently pats her trainer's shoulder. Kids will be kids.

"Alright...should clean up this mess before I try that again. At least it's not much." Al looks down at his little claw hands. "Which...I guess will be more practice anyway? I hate these hands. How long is this mess gonna last?"

[no_ufo_ending]

"At least you have hands," growls Henry with enough salt to fill an ocean. It isn't characteristic of the man at all but he's just about had it. His feathers slowly smooth back down as he hops over to the paper towels and awkwardly cups the roll in his wings before offering it to Al.

[armoredsoul]

Al blinks at the unusual vehemence from the hipster-turned-owl, but...well, it is a fair point. "True. I should count my blessings on that."

"Thanks." Al takes the roll just as carefully and juggles it for a few moments before he manages to get it cradled with one arm and has the end of the roll in the other claw. A few careful tugs and finicky pulls later, he has...probably more sheets than they need for this, but the heck with it, he got them and that's what matters. He starts laying the paper towels onto the spill, wincing a bit each time he clunks against the counter.

[no_ufo_ending]

Henry watched all this with half sympathy and half morbid facination.

"Do you think it's the end of the world?"

[armoredsoul]

Al looks over at Henry with surprise, then chuckles and shakes his head. "No, not yet at least. If this isn't hasn't been fixed by the end of the month, then it might be on the table."

[no_ufo_ending]

The owlman nodded quietly. Al had a point. Well, milk in cereal was hopeless for the time being. He gave the boy an awkward wing-pat on his shoulders and turned to hop back to his room.

"Wake me if the apocalypse shows up."

Fuck you too failure ballerina

[exeggutorhead]

Envy was let out of his room at some point, and left the door open after that so he could go in and out. He is still mad that Al left him in there earlier.

So when he hears Al yelling from downstairs, he's way too gleeful when he saunters out of his room and perches on the top railing to look down. Oh. Oh this is perfect.

He doesn't cackle, but he's wearing an awful shit-eating grin as he looks down at his half-brother's predicament.

"Having trouble?"

[armoredsoul]

Oh hell no.

Al twists around as best he can and scowls up at Envy. "No, I wanted to get stuck int he railing. What does it look like?!"

[exeggutorhead]

Oh hell yes.

Envy's already gotten much better at walking on these legs, so he's able to start sidling down the stairs almost normally.

"It looks like you could use some help."

He gets to where Al is, and then just...pointedly starts climbing his way over him.

"But hey, good luck getting out of there, Alphonse. I'm sure someone will come by eventually."

[armoredsoul]

"Wha--ow, hey!"

Okay, maybe he earned this, but Al isn't going to just roll over and take it! He flails and tries to grab onto Envy, a leg or his hair or really any bit of him to either trip him up or keep him from getting away. "Get back here!"

[exeggutorhead]

One of Envy's furry back feet plants directly onto Al's face. PETTY VENGEANCE IS HIS!

"Ha! You can't stop me--!"

Of course, right as he says that, one of Al's robot non-hands manages to grasp onto the little ponytail bit at the end of Envy's giant mane, yanking him up short so that he trips backwards, landing his butt right on the stairs below.

"Ow! Hey, let go!"

FURIOUSLY TRYING TO ESCAPE WITHOUT PULLING ON HIS HAIR TOO MUCH! He waves his arms backwards behind his head as much as they'll go.

[armoredsoul]

"No!" Al growls with a odd metallic grinding, tugging on Envy's hair to pull him back. "I'm not just gonna let you walk over me like that!"

Envy's swiping claws make him flinch back, which of course just makes him tug on Envy's hair even HARDER. "Watch it!"

[exeggutorhead]

Envy lets out an angry yelp and finally manages to find where Al's arm is, scrabbling at it to try and make him let go.

"You left me shut in my room earlier, asshole! Fair's fair!"