Need To Say That This Fic Slaps SO HARD. I Don’t Even Know How To Convey How Not Normal I Am Over It.

Just typed 507 words worth of notes for my “Losing Marbles” fic lmao

Tbh I had no idea what to do as far as plot for this fic til now XD

*Rips down the fourth wall*

Hi! I wrote a snippet for that Future AU!

Dr.Wu walked through her lab, as her thirteen year old self followed behind her. The younger Marcy chuckled as she looked around.

"Woah-ho-ho! This place is huge!" She exclaimed as she walked into another room, looking at a large machine."I know right? I had to clean out half of the basement just to build this."

Future Marcy's stoic expression cracked into a smile that showed a bit to much of her teeth and gums, yet her eye remained unreadable as she stepped in front of a machine that looked like a pickle jar hooked up a computer.

"What is this?"The teenaged Marcy asked, looking closer at the strange machine."This," the older woman replied, turning back to face the young girl with a slight glint in her eyes. "Is where our next body is being put together."

She watched the younger girl's eyes widen as if it was something completely insane."O-our next body?" The younger girl stammered.

"Yes, We are going to outlive them all.. all of humanity. We will be eternal." Dr.Wu flipped up her eyepatch, revealing a blood red eye that seemed more than a little sinister and excited for the idea.Her younger self swallowed nervously before asking,

"Will there be anything left when we're done? Or-"

"Of course." The older woman interrupted quickly, taking a step forward and making Marcy flinch back slightly. "Once all of mankind falls, then they'll all be ours. Our legacy."

Yessss slay Darcy slayyyyy *evil snickering*

Wrote this lol

Working on ch2 rn but. No promises VHGJB

*in Marcy voice* Sasha Sasha Sasha Sashaaa

Here’s a screenshot redraw except I was too lazy to do a decent background XD

OKAY it’s been over half a damn year since I last updated Losing Marbles and I STILL haven’t quite finished chapter 6, so thought I could give y’all a sneak peak XD

First off, here’s ch1-5 on AO3 (if you haven’t seen it, at least check the tags before reading this. But it is a continuous story so I suggest starting from the first chapter :P)

And ofc thank @froggythesculptor for like half of the ideas in this cuz she’s a genius HGVJFTVHYBJY

ANYWAYS!!! Enjoy the first 747 words of chapter 6 lol (btw it’s definitely a long [+ relatively heavy] one for me so far… this isn’t even half of the WIP lmao)

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Not long after returning to the castle, Darcy sat in her chambers, rolling a purple twenty-sided die between her fingers as she impatiently watched the loading screen. Should be almost there, she thought just before the words “download complete” appeared on the monitor.

Tossing her D20 aside, she stood up and went over to the coral chair where a new helmet was plugged in. She ripped off the wires, picked it up, then seated herself, avoiding the armrests. After taking a breath and steeling herself, she hesitantly placed the helmet over her head.

Darcy grunted, fiery pain seizing her every nerve as The Core made itself comfortable in her body once more. She wanted to scream but bit the inside of her cheek to stop any pathetic noises from coming out. At least it wasn’t as bad as the first time.

When the agony finally subsided, she slowly opened her ten artificial eyes then heard, “Ah, well done.”

Darcy leaned back and, though they were still somewhat dazed, smiled at the praise. The Core must have already gone through their memories to see how it went.

“Looks like we’re behind schedule, though. We were supposed to be meeting with Andrias in the throne room half an hour ago,” it told them.

“Oh, shoot!” Darcy hissed as they sprang from the chair and dashed up the stairs.

Being late to their own meeting will not be good for their meticulous and calculated villain reputation.

Despite their anxiety, they slowed down once they made it to the main hallway. Running through the castle as a troubled mess would only make problems worse, so they walked with slow but powerful steps.

As she went, Darcy passed frobots putting up mass amounts of entangled cables along the walls and collared newts installing eye-shaped surveillance devices all over the castle. She noticed it earlier, but the rate at which it was getting done seemed to have multiplied as the day of the invasion grew closer.

Wow, you guys must’ve been busy, huh? she thought to The Core. What’s all this for?

“These renovations are to aid us in the invasion,” it stated. “The new additions will allow us to be omnipresent in mechanical tendrils across the castle, even when disconnected from you.”

Her lips pulled up into a wicked smirk. So, basically, you’ll, she mused delightedly, have an eye on everything?

A large, exasperated sigh echoed from most of The Core, but one of the voices let out a muffled howl of laughter, instead. Darcy grinned ear to ear, immediately deciding that the newt who appreciated her pun was objectively the best of the collection.

As she approached the throne room, she straightened her face before a couple robots on either side of the entrance swung the doors open for her. She strode in and Andrias swiftly lifted his head to see who had entered, tensing once he saw it was Darcy. Olivia and Yunan noticed his reaction then spun around and let out twin gasps of surprise.

Wait a second, Darcy thought as she stopped walking about halfway between the doors and the newts. Olivia’s and Yunan’s eyes were normal.

Tearing her gaze from the lady and the general, she stared at Andrias with narrowed eyes and asked, “What happened to their collars?” Though, it sounded more like an accusation than a question.

The giant newt seemed to prepare himself before stepping in front of Olivia and Yunan. He then said, “If I may, could you remove the helmet? I wish to speak to you directly.”

She scoffed and crossed her arms, already fed up with the conversation. “You will address all of The Core when speaking to me. Now, what are you up to? And where’s your little tiara? You know very well that we can’t monitor your thoughts without it.”

“Marcy-“

“Darcy,” she growled. Andrias knew that. He was trying to appeal to her old self, wasn’t he?

Andrias furrowed his brows but his eyes still held a little too much warmth. “Marcy, this isn’t you. I know how… persuasive The Core can be… but I also know you don’t want to hurt people.”

Darcy grit their teeth while listening, but stopped by the time he was done. Then they suddenly threw their head back in a fit of laughter. They soon finished with a sigh and went, “Oh, is that what you think, big guy? That I’m still the innocent little girl I was a year ago?”

👀 TO BE CONTINUED 👀

(in a hopefully reasonable amount of time… Idk my motivation is way too unpredictable for me to give any sort of guess hhhh)

While I don’t care much for evil Marcy, but if you were to go that route, I’d bring up how Anne has been living Marcy’s dream with no strings attached. Like seriously, she’s the one who gets to be a hero, who gets cool powers, she’s the one with the found family(ngl the double standard always bothers me)

Ohohohohhhh-

For not being a big fan of evil Marcy, you REALLY fed my brain worms with this LMAO. I NEED to include this, but I kinda missed the main chance since I already wrote the only actual/direct Anne vs Darcy fight… HOWEVER!!! I’ll probably try to make Marcy realize at some point that she was extremely jealous, just unconsciously covering it up with anger and excuses until she calmed down or whatever. I mean this still works imo since Marcy wouldn’t want to focus on ways that she could possibly be beneath Anne, so she would just talk about the ways that Anne failed her.

Anyways, petition to let Marcy go apeshit with distorted and masked jealousy!!! Sign here- HCBSJDBSJNF

Happy Dannyversary!!

Unhinged Marcy cuz she’s batshit crazy and I just,,,, love it. So much.

CRAP this is a good idea XD

Now I’m tempted hhhhhh

If I don’t see a single story about how after piloting around her body and experiencing actual, genuine human emotion that isn’t captivated or manifested from a machine, Darcy begins to feel more like a person than a machine and they don’t understand where these complicated and complex feelings are stemming from and why they suddenly don’t want to commit the evil deeds anymore then I’ll simply loose my domestication

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