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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --

So here you go!


PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME


Anon is on like always!

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ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.

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I totally just beat out, like, thousands of people who were jumping on this awesome prompt because this prompt is indeed awesome. I feel so proud.

also. Neuro's 778th weapon could possibly be this!Yako. only usable once a month, of course.

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Godai swung open the door to the detective agency, still chewing on his sandwich. Even better, he thought smugly, he came within five minutes. Even that freak, Neuro, couldn’t complain about that. After all, it was lunchtime, and he had been interrupted from his meal when Neuro had called.

“Godai, come down to the agency in ten minutes.” And that was all. No threats, no ‘I will tell you which of your food is poisoned,’ no nothing. Maybe Neuro had finally seen the light, and—

Fuck.

The entire agency was covered in boxes, trays, and bowls. There was Chinese, American, Mexican, Italian, and Greek take-out boxes, all empty, splayed across the room. Even the pot that was apparently been once filled to the brim with some soup or other was empty, and instead used as a trashcan. Cleaned bowls piled the corners, but by the munching sound, Godai could tell that someone was still consuming noodles.

He turned around to escape the horrific place that had once been his office.

“Leaving so soon?” Neuro stood at the doorway, his teeth glinting as always. Trapped.

“I guess it’s lunchtime for Yako, huh,” Godai said, reluctantly turning around, but still keeping an eye on a possible escape route. He hoped that Neuro hadn’t actually wanted to feed him to Yako or anything like that.

The possibility seemed more and more realistic.

“She seems to be eating more than usual,” Neuro said, backing away as another box was thrown towards his feet. “Another truck is coming.”

“You mean—“ Godai could barely imagine how many trips the truck had already made to bring food and empty garbage. He slightly shuddered. He really was going to be fed to that girl with the unnatural appetite. Fuck, he should have realized the real danger wasn’t in that demonic freak.

“Neuro.” Yako wobbled forward, sauce still around her face. Unable to place the bowl on the pile, she merely dropped it. “Neuro, have I ever told you that I liked you?”

Neuro used his claw hand to grip her head and turn her away. “She has been acting strangely,” he said, tossing her back into the trashpile. “It is strange.”

Understatement, Godai thought. The understatement of the year. Sweat dripped down his back.

“Neu-Neuro! Neuro, you—you—“ Yako began to sob wildly. Her eyes quickly became red-rimmed, and she dropped to the couch (which was also covered in empty take-out boxes) and gripped the edges, fat tears dropping from her face. “I can’t stand it! I can’t stand this! My father died, and I can’t see my friends anymore, and—“

Then she burst out wailing, rubbing at her eyes as tears continued to splatter on the floor.

“Ma-Maybe it’s her father’s death’s anniversary,” Godai said, backing away. “Or something.”

“It isn’t,” Neuro said, quizzically looking at Yako again. “I dislike this development. Perhaps I should set one of my tools—“ Godai felt his spine crawl at Neuro’s schemings.

“Hey, it’s just a girl,” Godai said, “She’s just crying.”

Another round of loud wailing. Neuro plugged his fingers into his ears, creepy smile still floating on his face eternally. “You are correct,” he said, “I should need not a tool to deal with Yako. She’s even lower than a cockroach.” And by the look that Neuro was giving him, Godai sensed that he was even lower than that.

“So,” Godai called over the loud weeping, “You called me here to find out what’s wrong with her?”

“W-waaaaaah!” Yako sobbed, hitting the couch desperately. “Whyy—whyyyy—whyyyyy—“.

“Actaully,” Neuro said, “I called you so that you could look after her while I go away for business.”

“AAAaaaAAaaaaaAAaaahh—“

“O-oi! Don’t leave me alone with her!” Godai was a smart guy. He knew that at the moment, Yako was more frightening than Neuro. He’d take his chances with being thrown and tortured rather than whatever Yako was doing. “Don’t you want to—look at psychological—of humans—and stuff--?” He should have read Freud.

Neuro paused. “It would be interesting,” Neuro said. “Very well. Go and interact with the subject.”

“Oi—oi—“