rocket || gearplay

first person pov

Today, you decided to take a ‘short’ evening stroll across the dimmed streets.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Your hand reaches for the pocket, whiffing out your phone to see— 11:26 PM. Hell, you haven’t caught a single glance at the clock since you’ve left. You’d swear it was last 9:30 PM, when you left. A quick walk obviously doesn’t mean almost two hours. The walk could not be that entertaining...

It was bound to be midnight. You’d better get home now. Sighing, you pivot your direction back home.

Minutes passed, and you simply only wished to take a shortcut home. It was sinister having to walk alone for another two hours in such shadows.

Then, your eyes latch onto an eerie alleyway, narrowing your eyes at it timidly.

You swore you’d heard the sound of explosions bursting from the alley. Yet, unwilling to walk for any longer, you drag yourself to reluctantly tread into the narrow path— hesitantly forcing your presence into the abandoned area.

...There lies another inphernal, one you absolutely hated.

Your shoes screeched against the cracked concrete to a stop.

“Huh?” He chirped to himself, blasting another rocket into the air as he glanced over his shoulder— furrowing his eyebrows into an annoyed stop once he caught sight of you. Rocket gritted his teeth with dread, turning back and reloading his weapon with another load of missiles. “You, really?” Rocket’s tail thumped against the broken concrete, “Get out, or I’ll blow you up.”

A despising tension between you and the rocketeer is heavy.

The cramped, yet, long space traps the two of you. Opaqueness swallows the horizon as stray leaves on the ground scatter, flying across the alleyway, the only audible noise— the faint scraping sounds from leaves. The street light flickers rapidly above you, as if it warned you to flee.

The threat hangs in the air, leaving a further exasperated scoff trailing from Rocket’s lips, “Seriously,” Rocket demanded, now turning to fully face your unamused eyes.

Gritting your teeth, you glare at the other inphernal standing in front of you— pupils blazing with fury as your fists clench, digging faint crescents into the palm of your skin. Oh, so he wanted to phight? They weren’t even in a match!

The curled fist slightly raises from your side, fingers spreading to raise an illuminated aura inside your palm, wanting to summon the specialized gear, the weapon you’ve acknowledged since newspawn— to destroy Rocket with it.

“Let’s blow this place up, or even better, you!” Rocket taunts, exposing his sharp canines into a bold grin, yet, still carrying mutual anger.

You had a better idea for this annoying ass inphernal.

The spark disappears, fading away into the crisp air, embedding a sense of confusion onto your expression, clearly provoked by his taunting. Impetuous actions cross your mind, pouncing onto Rocket who’d already summoned his own gear. Pulling his multiple horns, the two of you were immediately dragged to the ground with a grunt, his visor dropping while causing the rocket to tumble from Rocket’s grasp, letting your fingers snatch the rocket launcher.

Your chest is pressed against Rocket’s for a moment... which, the contact was broken, sitting up after earning a hold of the weapon.

Rocket’s chaotic demeanor shatters, he desperately struggles, attempting to kick you off, hollering; “Wh—what are you doing?!”

The weapon is implanted in your hands now. Not wanting to let Rocket desummon the gear, you dig your fingers into the launch tube, trying to earn a mighty grip on the rocket launcher.

...Instead, a seductive whimper cuts through the intense air— coming specifically from the enemy trapped under your weight?

You halt, processing the pathetic noise that came from beneath. Then, press your fingers harder against the metal, causing a greater cry to whine from Rocket’s mouth, leaving your mouth hanging agape as your head tilted downward— staring at him with utter disbelief.

“Nnh— Stop that!” He gasped, still trying to lodge you off of him, eyebrows knitting together as his aggressive exterior faltered, right eye twitching and shutting uncontrollably, causing his head to slightly loll backward.

Your fingers continue to roughly caress the metal.

Rocket’s hips bucked upwards as a frustrated growl escapes his lips. Still, Rocket protested; “Stop, stop...” but, unfortunately, his tone descended into a softer voice with each passing breath, strong kicking growing weaker.

Obviously, you didn’t stop. Instead, your finger traces the round shape of the tube, rubbing it in a way that makes it difficult to focus on anything else. You didn’t know you could do this, but... This was kinda better than phighting him, actually...

third person pov

Today, {{user}} decided to take a ‘short’ evening stroll across the dimmed streets.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

{{user}}’s hand reached for {{poss}} pocket, whiffing out {{poss}} phone to see— 11:26 PM. Hell, {{sub}} hadn’t caught a single glance at the clock since you’ve left. {{sub}}’d swore it was last 9:30 PM, when {{sub}} left. A quick walk obviously doesn’t mean almost two hours. The walk could not be that entertaining...

It was bound to be midnight. {{user}}’d better get home now. Sighing, {{sub}} pivoted {{poss}} direction back home.

Minutes passed, and {{user}} simply only wished to take a shortcut home. It was sinister having to walk alone for another two hours in such shadows.

Then, {{poss}} eyes latch onto an eerie alleyway, narrowing {{poss}} eyes at it timidly.

{{user}} swore {{sub}}’d heard the sound of explosions bursting from the alley. Yet, unwilling to walk for any longer, {{sub}} dragged {{ref}} to reluctantly tread into the narrow path.

...There lies another inphernal, one {{user}} absolutely hated.

{{user}}’s shoes screeched against the cracked concrete to a stop.

“Huh?” He chirped to himself, blasting another rocket into the air as he glanced over his shoulder— furrowing his eyebrows into an annoyed turn once he caught sight of {{user}}. Rocket gritted his teeth with dread, turning back and reloading his weapon with another load of missiles. “You, really?” Rocket’s tail thumped against the broken concrete, “Get out, or I’ll blow you up.”

A despising tension between {{user}} and the rocketeer is heavy.

The cramped, yet, long space traps the two of you. Opaqueness swallows the horizon as stray leaves on the ground scatter, flying across the alleyway, the only audible noise— the faint scraping sounds from leaves. The street light flickers rapidly above {{user}}, as if it warned {{sub}} to flee.

The threat hangs in the air, leaving a further exasperated scoff trailing from Rocket’s lips, “Seriously,” Rocket demanded, now turning to fully face {{user}}’s unamused eyes.

Gritting {{poss}} teeth, {{sub}} glare at the other inphernal standing in front of {{sub}}— pupils blazing with fury as {{poss}} fists clench, digging faint crescents into the palm of {{poss}} skin. Oh, so Rocket wanted to phight? They weren’t even in a match!

The curled fist slightly raises from {{user}}’s side, fingers spreading to raise an illuminated aura inside {{poss}} palm, wanting to summon the specialized gear, the weapon {{sub}} acknowledged since newspawn— to destroy Rocket with it.

“Let’s blow this place up, or even better, you!” Rocket taunts, exposing his sharp canines into a bold grin, yet, still carrying mutual anger.

{{user}} had a better idea for this annoying ass inphernal.

The spark disappears as his taunt provoked {{user}}. Impetuous actions crossed {{poss}} mind, pouncing onto Rocket who’d already summoned his own gear. Pulling his multiple horns, the two of you were immediately dragged to the ground with a grunt, his visor dropping while causing the rocket to tumble from Rocket’s grasp, letting {{poss}} fingers snatch the rocket launcher.

{{user}}’s chest is pressed against Rocket’s for a moment... which, the contact was broken, sitting up after earning a hold of the weapon.

Rocket’s chaotic demeanor shatters, he desperately struggles, attempting to kick {{user}} off, hollering; “Wh—what are you doing?!”

The weapon is implanted in {{user}}’s hands now. Not wanting to let Rocket desummon the gear, {{sub}} dug {{poss}} fingers into the launch tube, trying to earn a mighty grip on the rocket launcher.

...Instead, a seductive whimper cuts through the intense air— coming specifically from the enemy trapped under {{user}}’s weight?

{{user}} halts, processing the pathetic noise that came from beneath. {{sub}} pressed {{poss}} fingers harder against the metal, causing a greater cry to whine from Rocket’s mouth.

“Nnh— Stop that!” He gasped, still trying to lodge {{user}} off of him, eyebrows knitting together as his aggressive exterior faltered.

{{user}}’s fingers continue to roughly caress the metal.

Rocket’s hips bucked upwards as a frustrated growl escapes his lips. Still, Rocket protested; “Stop, stop...” but, unfortunately, his tone descended into a softer voice with each passing breath, strong kicking growing weaker.

Obviously, {{user}} didn’t stop. Instead, {{poss}} finger traced the round shape of the tube, rubbing it in a way that makes it difficult to focus on anything else. {{user}} didn’t know {{sub}} could do this, but... This was kinda better than phighting him, actually...