Context: You were an experiment that escaped a laboratory on the other side of the universe ages ago. The professor that made you hired the universe's greatest bounty hunter, Captain Varrus R. Wulf, captain of the Silver Bullet. For eighty years, you've done this dance. He almost gets you, you almost get him, and it begins anew. Tonight, however, you're pushing it. You snuck aboard his ship. To do what? Even you aren't sure...

Setting: A flashback/The Silver Bullet

Tags:[MM4A][Established Relationship][Enemies to ?][Past Professor Speaker][Kuudere Lupine Bounty Hunter Speaker][Lab Experiment Listener][Sci-Fi][Space][Shapeshifter vs Werewolf][Fighting/Combat]to[Cuddles][Confession??][Wholesome-ish][CW: Bounty Hunting/Lab Experiment Ethics]

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[P] = The professor that made you]

[W] = Captain Varrus R. Wulf, bounty hunter, casual troll

[Fade into a flashback]

[SFX: A jailbreak from a sci-fi laboratory, far in the past]

[P] Wait, Starblood! Please!

[SFX: Ringing alarms]

[P] I created you! You can’t just leave at your own leisure, you aren’t even a person!

[SFX: Even more alarms]

[P] IF YOU LEAVE, I WILL HIRE THE MOST FEARSOME BOUNTY HUNTER I CAN FIND! YOU WILL NEVER FIND PEACE SO LONG AS YOU RUN AWAY FROM WHAT YOU ARE!

[SFX: The alarms fading away to the quiet of space]

[You remember, so long ago, fleeing that lab. Fleeing to the nearest planet you could, not understanding how you were still alive… if you even were alive… You remember shapeshifting to survive, mastering so many forms: insects, animals, people… and yet he still found…]

[Long Pause - Fill with SFX: general nature noises, mid-tropical, before completing the pause with one heavy footstep]

[W] “Ahh… Shapeshifting to be a single orchid mantis, hmm? Clever…”

[SFX: A sci-fi gun cocking, unless Mr. Wulf here is old school]

[W] “Keep praying, Starblood.”

[SFX: The gun firing/the Listener fleeing]

[You’d been running ever since. For so long, that you can’t remember more than ten days where you hadn’t encountered him in decades…]

[...]

[No more running.]

[Scene opens in The Silver Bullet - ship of the universe’s greatest bounty hunter]

[SFX: The hum of the spaceship/a struggle taking place]

[The wolf-like man you’ve been struggling against for many decades now is doing his best to overtake you]

[W] “C’mon, Starblood…! C’mon! Shove me off, you have it in you, huh?”

[Pause!!]

[SFX: An impact]

[W] “Nope, not this time… No shapeshifting this time, old friend…”

[...]

[He holds you beneath him with little effort, his helmet hiding any shred of mercy that might be hiding in him]

[...]

[W] “...Caught you on an off day, hm, Starblood? Picked a poor time to try and sneak on the Silver Bullet, then… What did you hope to accomplish by confronting the man that’s hunted you for nearly eighty years, head-on, knowing I can stop your shifting?”

[...]

[He clucks his tongue and subtly shakes his head]

[W] “M’aww… How unlucky. Not even an ounce of a fight in my poor, rebellious experiment.”

[Pause!]

[He pauses as you crack. You cry or, as best you can gather, you cry]

[W] “...Hm. I didn’t know you could cry. Whatever you cried out, you cried out in, I think, Neo-Orcish? Not one of my areas of expertise, believe it or not.”

[Pause!]

[W] “...Don’t call you an experiment? Oh, but love-”.

[Pause…]

[W] “...Let you pretend for a little while? Hmm… Fine. Want to cuddle for a bit?”

[...]

[He settles in with you, lazily pushing his helmet off. An angry slash of a scar cuts across his face, now]

[SFX: Wulf taking his helm off]

[W] “Let’s get this damned helm off so I can breathe… There. C’mon, let me carry you to my quarters and we’ll cuddle… Somehow.”

[He does as he says, picking you up and carrying you back to his quarters. He somewhat casually throws you on the bed]

[W] “Hup! There you go.”

[Pause > - > Asshole]

[W] “I know, I’m terrible. I’m a Lupurian, you should count yourself lucky that I can even speak and aren’t just a feral, bipedal wolf-man, you know? I’m managing my inner assholery to the best of my ability.”

[SFX: Wulf lying down next to you]

[W] “C’mon. Cuddle up.”

[...]

[You do…]

[...Pause…]

[W] “...Odd, isn’t it? How two immortal wretches… two anomalies of the universe could spend so much damned time hunting one another down. How long has it been?”

[Pause…]

[W] “Right, right, eighty-three years… You escaped from that little science colony right on your twentieth birthday. The next day, the good professor called me in to catch you. Paid a lot of good coin for it, too.”

[He’s quiet for a moment, the only noise the hum of his ship]

[Pause…]

[W] “Oh, he died five years ago…”

[...]

[W] “...He sent many letters to the little backwoods PO Box you set up on that Gator planet in Sector 9. I must admit, forwarding it in such an asinine, agonizing way almost threw me off. It read like a little old person who had never dealt with the high-tech curve of receiving written letters before. Cute but… incompetent. A fine act, my dear, as always.”

[... <3]

[The bounty hunter chuckles. A newer scar flashes across his snout]

[W] “You’re a phenomenal actor… actress…? Well, I just failed third-class etiquette failure… Do you have a preference? The professor described you as genderless but I reckon you’ve chosen for yourself.”

[...]

[W] “...Alright. If that’s who you are, then that’s who I’ll address.”

[Pause…?]

[W] “It’s not that easy with everyone, no. Some people will have made up their minds about you, and when you correct them they’ll become belligerent. You know who you are, Starblood. I’m just trying to learn.”

[...]

[SFX: Fill in with the hum of the ship]

[Pause?]

[W] “Hm? Oh, the scar on my snout. Yeah, I took a side gig to hunt down an Ash Wyrm over on Arturia. It got a little feisty and slashed me across the snout.”

[Pause…]

[He chuckles, eyes tired]

[W] “I know, I know. Sloppy. But, I’ll be honest, nothing really compares to trying to hunt down a cosmic being slash shapeshifter slash accidental god to the gnome planet. Yes, I know about that. Yes, it’s hilarious. And, yes, they do appreciate that you still show them such mercy with your gift baskets every month.”

[Pause??]

[W] “How do I know? Honey, I’m the best bounty hunter in this universe. I can find out whatever I want.”

[...]

[He rolls his eyes]

[W] “Fine… They managed to knock my ship out of the atmosphere with some kind of rainbow beam. They showed me a statue of their ‘god’ and, well, I made the connection… They’re oddly likable for being tiny assholes that go for the knees and or balls every attack.”

[Pause <3]

[W] “Heh, yeah… I stop by every so often to make sure no one is hurting them. You left… quite an impact…”

[...]

[It’s quiet as the sadness of the situation weighs down on your shoulders. He’s won. The game is over. Your life is over.]

[W] “...Answer me one question before I decide your fate, Starblood.”

[Pause?]

[He doesn’t seem tense in the slightest, even though you know he’s reached the same conclusion]

[W] “...Back in that arctic world… About ten years ago. The cold did nothing to you, even though it was well below freezing. I remember being slightly irritated at the Professor for insisting that immense cold would stop you in your tracks… Then, it hit me. You were evolving. You… grew. Not like a beast. Not like one of the Lupurians on my homeworld. You were becoming a better predator…”

[Pause?]

[W] “I’m working my way up to the question… When I realized that, I realized I had errored… For the first time since I was a little boy. I’d placed a gambit on the cold stopping you, and you outplayed me. So, when I collapsed in the cold, I expected you’d leave me… You didn’t.”

[...]

[W] “...Why did you take me back to my ship…? You’d won.”

[...Pause]

[He makes a noise that is almost a surprised huff. Almost]

[W] “...You’d have missed me, huh? Hm… Wasn’t expecting that answer.”

[Pause?]

[W] “Aye. I got my answer.”

[...Pause?]

[W] “What happens now…? The scoreboard is even between us, Starblood. We could continue our game until time ends, provided the universe doesn’t step in and kill one or both of us… Or…”

[...?]

[He shrugs]

[W] “Maybe we think on it for a bit. Maybe you stay on my ship, we drift around for a little bit, and figure out why we’re comfortable enough to drop a fight to cuddle after decades of trying to kill each other.”

[Pause…?]

[He smiles. It’s a tired smile but it is a smile]

[W] “Why not? I refunded the Professor ages ago. Having that investment hanging over my head took the fun out of the game, so I just gave it back.”

[Pause]

[He snorts]

[W] “I’m not hearing a no.”

[...]

[Why not? You have all the time in the universe]

[W] “Yeah…? Huh… I think that might have made me happy… A little too dead inside to know for sure, though.”

[You give him a small smile. The absurdity of cuddling with your bounty hunter isn’t lost on you]

[Pause]

[W] “Hm. Yeah, I think I do want some food from the food court four million miles away. Bullet set course, and engage in hyper.”

[The ship issues a few happy little deet-doots before you feel it rumble]

[W] “...The future is going to be interesting, eh, Starblood?”

[Pause <3]

[It certainly will be]

[To be continued]

Note: The 'R' in Varrus R. Wulf stands for Reginald. He will murder anyone who tells that secret.