Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Supra stood in front of the keypad, hesitant to enter the codes to get into the lab. From what he had heard, Sori had been looking after it anyway. Supra hoped that he hadn’t interfered with anything, but there was no guarantee that there would be anything left to interfere with anyways. Supra couldn’t remember if he had any other experiments scheduled, which concerned him considering that he was usually very good with memory. Perhaps a side effect of the past weeks’ events.

He had spent a good portion of the morning in that same room with Solar and Halilintar, the trio mainly focused on getting Supra mobile again. Supra took Halilintar’s advice of starting slow, which was really advice Supra already knew but unfortunately needed to be reminded of, and under their careful gazes he was able to take steps pretty regularly by midday.

Of course, they didn’t get through the entire morning without interruptions. Supra welcomed them.

Most of the interruptions involved the elements and fusions greeting Supra and checking in on him. They were still a little concerned after gathering whatever pieces of evidence they were able to piece together, but by the time they walked past the room they had received a fair amount of reassurance from Supra, Solar and Halilintar. However, there were a couple of incidences involving both Trio Troublemakers. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Blaze had eventually come back for Drumstick, taking him from Supra’s bed... but not leaving without receiving a fully written report of Drumstick’s performance. In truth, Drumstick hadn’t really done much at all for Supra other than contribute to some amount of sentimentality, but Supra couldn’t say that Drumstick had been a bother to anyone. Upon receiving it, Blaze left whilst cooing to the plushie and congratulating it for its efforts and hard work, and that it’d “be treated to a large bowl of seeds”. Whether he meant that truly or not, today wouldn’t be the day that Supra would find that out.

It was about mid-afternoon now. 3:46PM Monday. A number of the elements were hesitant about letting him go to the lab – some due to concern of his health, others because Supra hadn’t hung out with them today. Supra did feel responsible for not giving them any attention, but Halilintar told him just to do what he wants.

So, here he was.

“You alright? You’ve been standing there for a while now.” Supra’s eyes widened, and he turned around to face Glacier. He held a plate of fresh, steaming, triple chocolate brownies, and the scent was definitely appealing. Glacier noticed the direction of Supra’s gaze and smiled as he held the plate out towards him.

“You can take all of these. FrostFire and I made a few batches for the rest, but we remembered that you were going to be here for probably the rest of the afternoon. So he sent me down to hand these to you.” Glacier explained. Supra hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was going to be able to eat all 6 slices of them. “If you really don’t want all of them, then at least try one and leave the rest of me. I won’t waste good food.” Glacier basically read his mind. Supra reached for a brownie.

“And you’re saying that me not having multiple would be wasting food?” Supra accused, holding the brownie up to his mouth and taking a bite. It was fluffy, and the chocolate melted in his mouth since it was fresh. It was good. Really good.

“Well, it would be wasting them in their prime, yeah.” Glacier mumbled through a full mouth as he proceeded to take a brownie anyways and eat it. “Oh, Frost also told me to give you this. We know that too much sugar isn’t your favourite.” And Supra was handed a bottle of water. He took it gladly, taking a few gulps of it.

“Thank you.” Supra smiled. “Did you want the rest?”

“Only if you don’t want them. I said I’d cover for you, not that I’d take them from you. I don’t want to feel bad. Besides, they’re good, right?” Glacier pouted.

“Of course.” Supra nodded. “Ah, what about we split them between us? I’ll take two and you can take the remaining two.”

“I won’t argue with that.” Glacier agreed happily, taking another brownie. He gestured to the keypad. “Are you still going to go in?”

“...Yes.”

“Can I come in too?”

“Why?” Supra asked, confused.

“Just to hang out. Unless it smells bad in there. Then I’m not interested.”

“Fair enough.” Supra shrugged. He didn’t know what inside would have smelled bad unless Sori wasn’t tending to something like some of the chemicals. “If you do stay, you’ll have to keep those brownies at the table closest to the door here. I don’t need anything contaminated.”

Glacier nodded. Supra turned back to the door, hand hovering over the keypad. He would have continued to just stare at it, but now he had someone expecting him to go in. No turning back, he supposed. He cautiously entered the code, as if his body was preparing for something to lunge out at him from inside. When it beeped with a flash of green light, the door whirred and with a quiet woosh it opened. However, something immediately caught his attention. Instead of the lights powering on, there was already light inside. Natural light. He looked to the ceiling and saw that the metal panels were opened to reveal the windows and the ventilation system, with sunlight filtering through. Supra never used it often for simply natural light – usually just to inspect and contain gases that get sucked into the vents safely. It was something Sori did a lot; his indoor lab being almost completely lined with windows. Of course, they could be closed and artificial lights were a thing he had too.

“It’s a lot brighter in here than I thought it would be.” Glacier commented.

“Is it now?” Supra questioned, referring to the sides of the room not receiving nearly as much light.

“The centre, then.”

“Did you want me to close the hatches? I could always add the tints as well.”

“Maybe just the tints? The natural light makes the place look a lot livelier than it normally does.”

Supra nodded, pressing a few buttons on a monitor until the natural light seemed to dim from one side to the other. Now, looking back on the lab itself, it was rather tidy. Pretty much everything was where it was supposed to be. The files were either neatly stacked or stored in their respective cabinets. All the equipment was accounted for – Sori seemed to have filled out the daily equipment report easily. It was just to check all the chemicals and the experiment rooms—

Right.

Supra found himself gravitating towards the door of that lab. He didn’t really understand why. His feet seemed to move on their own, though, and soon he was standing there. Just outside the door.

It was clean. He knew it was. Sori and Solar had said it themselves – they had disinfected everything. And Supra knew that they were stingy with their clean-up procedures. The smallest thing they miss could, though unlikely, lead to some unfortunate happenings in the future.

Yet, Supra could still see the stains. The marks. The cracks, too. Even knowing everything that he did.

The ghost of his figure seemed to linger there, too. Staring at the mirror, talking to someone. Ori. He couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but he didn’t need to when he knew.

“Are you alright?” Supra gasped sharply. The hazy figures seemed to fade, revealing his and Glacier’s reflection in the glass. Knowing that he was hallucinating didn’t feel any more reassuring than not knowing. Supra noticed the way his lips and hands trembled, and the glistening in his eyes. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and he breathed deeply. “Is this where...?”

“Yes.” Supra nodded. “...You didn’t know?”

“Uhm, honestly? No, I didn’t.” Glacier admitted sheepishly, glancing to the side. “I hardly come here anyway, so I didn’t really see the need to visit in the past week. Not that I mean to undermine what happened – it just wasn’t something I really thought about doing.”

“You never had to come here to begin with.” Supra shrugged. “All I really needed was someone to tidy up the lab and monitor all the chemicals in here.”

Glacier just nodded quietly. Supra looked to the open/close button, and for a moment he contemplated against going in there straight away. But, Halilintar’s words had admittedly stuck with him. If he got through the tough part now, he could get to the easier-to-bear rooms. With that in mind, he pressed the button. What first hit him was the immediate pang of chemicals that was definitely stronger than all the usual disinfectants that he usually used in the lab. Was the staining or scent really that bad?

“What’s with the smell in here?” Glacier shuddered, shifting away from the door. “It smells like vinegar and rotten eggs.”

“Here.” Supra quickly moved to a drawer and pulled out a few scented face masks, handing one to Glacier. “They’re lemon-scented, so they should be able to block out part of the smell.” He also went and turned on the ventilation system to medium-high power in that cleaning chamber.

“You’re going in there?” Glacier asked, watching Supra enter the cleaning chamber and pull out a pair of gloves and goggles.

“Just in the next room.” Supra answered. “I’m going to check on the chemicals.”

“Oh. Did you want me to join you?” Glacier offered. Supra was touched by the offer.

“You can, but do you think you’ll be able to stand still well enough as to avoid bumping into anything? It’s completely safe to be in there, and I trust you enough – but if you don’t trust yourself enough to be in here then you can stay outside all you want.”

“I don’t have full confidence that I’ll be able to 100% avoid accidents, but the curiosity is killing me and I’ve never been inside before. You usually don’t allow us.”

“I try to avoid it when I can.” Supra agreed, pulling on a lab coat. “But I need someone to keep an eye on me in case my condition worsens for any reason.”

“Reasonable.”

Supra pressed another button, and soon sliding doors revealed an empty room. Not that it was a surprise when more than 50% of it was glass. Eventually, blue lights lit up along the edges of the floors, walls, ceilings, and just about any ‘edge’ they could be on. Supra walked in, but Glacier chose to observe from the doorway.

Glacier’s eyes were graced with a multitude of glowing liquids and other substances in small tubes. Vibrant turquoises, scarlets, greens, purples, pinks... the list could go on. Some colours almost seemed to warp; some alternating between the main colour and its corresponding shade, some alternating between two contrasting colours such as royal blue and golden yellow or a bright violet and a toxic green, and some even consisting of multiple colours like a neon green which changed throughout the colour spectrum until it became a deep blue before seemingly reversing in order to revert back to its first state. Some liquids had other properties, such as how an vial with black liquid seemed sparkle like it was laced with glitter and a blue, glowing plasma of some sort kept on forming geometric shapes within its special cube-shaped glass casing. It was breathtaking.

Eventually, the lights in the room lightened up to a creamy white, and the colours definitely weren’t as cool to look at as before now that the room felt more like a storage room and less like a violet void filled with an array of colourful stars.

“...You’re not bothered by the cold?” Supra asked curiously... until he saw Glacier’s unimpressed face – his eyebrow raised accusingly. Supra stammered. “Uhm, I—nevermind. I don’t know why I asked that question when it has such an obvious answer.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Glacier shrugged. “How cold is it in here anyways?”

“It’s set at 2^oC.” Supra read the thermometer on the wall. “If it were to go to freezing or below, a lot of the equipment wouldn’t be able to handle it over long periods of time, especially if the electrical lines and backup generator were ever going to stop. This is mostly to keep the substances inside from reacting, as lower temperatures slow the movement of molecules. For the dangerous chemicals or those with lower boiling points, they’re kept in an ice chamber that should last about three days without power.”

“Interesting.” Glacier nodded along.

Supra stood in front of a cabinet, and with a few beeps of the keypad underneath his fingertips, a small motor started whirring. The shelf that the vial in front of him were stored then moved up, their place being replaced with the shelf beneath. A few muffled, rhythmic clinking sounds came from the cabinet as the shelves continued to cycle through, until the one that Supra had entered in came into view. However, what was supposed to be ten vials of fertiliser in front of him was an empty shelf with a card placed in the centre.

[CHEMICAL REMOVAL REPORT]

Supra frowned. He read what was on the report, and the fertilisers he was looking for matched what was recorded on the card. The reasons notes read: All 10 batches in use for a currently unfiled experiment. On the administrator input was, thankfully and unfortunately, Sori’s code. He should have figured that his younger brother would have taken those vials for his own entertainment. But at least he’d have an idea on how to handle them – they were only fertilisers.

Glacier caught on to Supra’s facial expressions. “Is everything alright?”

“Hm, I suppose it’s alright.” Supra shrugged, turning away from the cabinet and making his way to the doorway. “I was concerned that I was missing 10 vials of fertiliser, but it turns out that Sori had taken them for his own use. It’s nothing he can’t handle, nor was I actually going to be using them today.”

“What’s so important about fertiliser?”

“I was planning to use it for an experiment before I collapsed. I never had the chance to return them back to storage, so I wondered if they had been thrown out or not.”

Glacier nodded, watching Supra turn off the lights and shut the door. Supra removed his lab coat and goggles, placing them off to the side, before turning on an exhaust fan and leaving the room with Glacier following suit. They got the remove the masks, Glacier thankful to breathe normally again...

...Was the scent of brownies stronger than it was before or was it just him?

“Frost, get off the table.”

Glacier stifled a laugh, turning around to see their eldest brother sitting on the table with his own plate of brownies.

“Fine...” FrostFire complained, hopping off and sitting on a chair. “Oh, also – I ate your brownies. BUT I replaced them with the warm ones I had brought, so it should be fine?”

Supra merely shrugged, taking a brownie from the plate and eating it.

“Good, right?” FrostFire asked, a mix of pride and nervousness in his voice.

“They’re good.”

FrostFire cheered to himself quietly, earning a laugh from Glacier.

“Also, I like what you’ve done with the place.” FrostFire commented. “It feels more open with the top exposed.”

“That was Sori’s doing.”

“Makes sense.”

“Anything else you need to check out?” Glacier directed his question at Supra.

“I’ll need to check on the plant samples I planned to work with that day as well. I’m sure those have already been handled as well, but I’ll need to check when they were disposed.”

“Disposed? Like, thrown out?” FrostFire clarified.

“Like a more careful kind of throwing things out, sure.” Glacier hummed.

“Why throw the plants out into the trash?” FrostFire frowned. “I’m sure your lab has some kind of system to keep things like those alive and well-kept. What gives?”

“By ‘disposed’, I don’t mean literally disposing of them in a waste bin– just regarding their removal from the workspace. The point of my experiment involving them was to compare the growth of grass samples when I introduce 50mL of fertiliser from different planets. My controls were the native species of the relative planets, as well as the plants and grass without fertiliser at all. My experiment isn’t valid if the plants have already started growing, as there’s definitely no way to hold the growth of a plant – or any living thing, for that matter. Even if the fertilisers were administered, I wasn’t available to observe and note their growth. Hence why the plants should be disposed.”

“How do you know they were disposed of? Maybe... maybe, when you open that door, the only thing you’ll be able to is vines and grass and leaves – like a jungle.” FrostFire eluded.

“I asked Sori to dispose of them, but he said he had taken care of it beforehand since he already knew about the contents of my experiment.” Supra shrugged. There were only nods that followed, allowing Supra to breathe. “...We’ve been spending too much time going on unnecessary tangents today. This was supposed to be a streamlined walkthrough of the lab and then I would be returning back to the Second Tiers’ part of the Watch Realm to rest.”

Glacier and FrostFire shared glances as they silently followed their younger brother down the hallway to what they soon found out to be the greenhouse of his lab. As Supra had mentioned, Sori seemed to have removed all the plant specimens, Glacier noticing a familiar report taped to the glass of the chamber. Their time spent observing Supra from the doorway was quiet aside from the usual mechanical sounds. Supra didn’t pay too much attention to the near-sudden lack of noise in the surrounding atmosphere – being mostly relieved that he could focus on what he wanted to.

Soon enough, the lights were flicked off and the lab door was shut, hiding away the natural light that still continued to filter through the sunroof (mostly because Glacier and FrostFire insisted that the lab was much more inviting that way). Supra instinctively walked away from his siblings to get back to the Second Tiers. FrostFire and Glacier shared another glance, FrostFire shrugging and turning to walk to other direction before getting elbowed in the side by the ice-and-quake fusion. FrostFire scowled, but when his gaze met the piercing glare of the other, he huffed in defeat.

“Hey, uhm, we were going to visit Sori at his greenhouse.” FrostFire started, hesitant to speak up. “He’s been in his lab for most of the midday, so we were going to find him and bring him back with us so that he can eat something. You... wanna come too? It’s fine if not, obviously, since we know that you’re—”

“It’s fine.” Supra cut him off, turning around and walking up to the other fusions. “I’ll join you.”

Silence filled the atmosphere again as the three’s footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallway. This kind of silence wasn’t unusual to them necessarily – especially before Sori came. Quiet walks like this used to be the norm. FrostFire, however, couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the awkwardness circulating around them. He was sure that even the smallest flame could set it alight. He was the next most-talkative fusion after Sori, so perhaps that was just it.

But when did things change?

As they went further, taking a few turns here and there, the humming of a tune through closed doors seemed to be getting louder and louder. FrostFire soon realised that it was the sound of PinkPatheress’s song Boy’s A Liar being played loudly. “Well, someone’s here alright.”

Glacier knocked at the door, calling out “Sori, it’s me – Glace. I brought a few friends too.” just for good measure. There was the sound of glass clinking, and the door slid open in a flash to reveal a wide-smiled Sori wearing some overalls and a glove on his left hand.

“Hi Mama Gla— AHHHHHH!” Sori’s face of joy immediately drained itself of any colour as he screamed, the light-leaf fusion scrambling back a few steps. The three who stood on the other side of the doorway jumped back too at the sudden reaction, though none of them screamed. Sori let out a few loud, raspy coughs and attempted to recover himself, managing to sneak a “Oh... hi... Supra. Nice... to see you.” in between gasps.

“What was that for???” FrostFire exclaimed, grabbing Sori’s shoulder’s and shaking him violently.

“Hehe, sorryyyyyy. I was just—uhm, maybe don’t go in there?” Sori stared at Supra as he stepped inside the greenhouse, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Sori.” Glacier tsked. “What have you been doing in here?”

“Well, uhm. I... uhhhhhhh...” Sori’s voice trailed off from Supra’s hearing as he stared at the shelf in front of him. All 10 vials of fertiliser, and all fifteen of his plant samples. Sitting in an enclosed shelf. Thriving.

...Supra didn’t really know what to think.

“I thought you told Supra that you had taken care of those things?” Glacier eyed Sori, catching on to what Supra was staring at and basically voicing one of Supra’s biggest concerns. “As in, threw them out carefully and thoroughly.”

“I—ugh.” Sori groaned, now having been caught. “I... When I found out what Supra’s experiment had been about, I got curious and wanted to continue it for him. Ah, well, more so for me. Definitely, actually.” Sori breathed through his teeth. “Saying it aloud, it sounds really inconsiderate of me given all the circumstances that surround it. ...Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Supra answered back, coming back to his senses.

“...Are you sure?” Sori asked. “Is it really okay?”

Supra stepped up towards the glass, not needing to touch anything as the cabinet door was already open. There were three shelves, the top containing the celestial plants as is, the middle containing the plants with their natural fertiliser and the bottom containing grasses with the different fertilisers being used on them. Just from looking, there were some expected changes such as altered colour and some unexpected changes such as the fungi that seemed to grow out of one particular specimen (which Sori had made the smart decision to isolate from the rest of the specimens. Supra noticed the notebook off to the side of the cabinet, catching a glimpse of the multitude of notes that Sori had written about the progress on the plants.

He couldn’t help but smile fondly.

“This isn’t exactly the type of setup that I would use for the experiment – of course, you already saw my version – but it’s not poorly made either. I’m impressed.” Supra commented honestly. “I would suggest actually removing the grass specimen growing spores, as well as the plant specimens that the fertiliser originated from. I’m not sure if you’ve researched the spores yet but I would advise you to remain cautious.”

“...I was actually working on a separate chamber when you guys came in.” Sori pointed to another corner of the greenhouse, where a small, cube-shaped container made with glass and an installed humidifier and thermometer. “I was also considering on using your lab, Supra, but I didn’t really think you wanted me in there in the probable chance that I’d mess with something so—

—Wait, wait, wait – you’re really, actually okay with me working on this experiment?”

“I’ll repeat myself again – yes.”

“You’re not at least a little bothered by the fact that I’m working on it? I heard that you were planning to redo the experiment only recently, but by then I was already working on it and I had failed to tell you about it prior to starting because, you know.” Sori was sceptical – Supra typically scolded him for working on things without logging them or telling him first. “Are you not even at least bothered by the fact that I’ve been lying to you about doing what you told me to? At least not eluding to what was actually going on?”

“Oh, I’m definitely annoyed by that.” Sori felt a weight drop on his head at the blunt response. “Did you really find telling me unnecessary?”

“NO, no!” Sori panicked, shaking his head profusely. “The experiment just didn’t mean too much to me other than the fact that they’re plants. So... yeah, I guess it did feel unnecessary... Though it begs the question—

Why did you choose to do this as you experiment? Aren’t you usually more focused on, like, I don’t know, chemicals and metals and stuff? Or maybe like improving equipment for our missions?”

“I chose to do it as a throwaway project, really. To give me something a little more... calming to focus on.” Supra hummed. Thinking back, he could somewhat get why Sori thought that doing the experiment would bother him aside from the basic lying. But he didn’t really find any reason to be bothered by the experiment. Sure, he was uncomfortable in the lab, and especially in the cleaning chamber, but the experiment itself didn’t have much impact. “If anything.” Supra continued. “I believe the experiment is more suited to you. Even though it is boring, you have more knowledge in the area – less of a chance to have problems go from bad to worse. I had other tests and reviews scheduled, of course, but I wasn’t in the right mood or mind to be thinking about missions at the time.”

“…That’s my fault, isn’t it?”

“…What?” Supra asked. FrostFire and Glacier shared a look.

“For you not really being there mentally like you usually are – that’s because of me, right?” Sori clarified.

“I’m sorry, Supra.”

“Sori, it’s not necessarily your fault—”

“Just, shut up for a second. Please.” Sori held a hand up in Supra’s face, looking him dead in the eyes to make sure he got the message before dropping everything—his hand, his gaze, his confidence. “I… You said that it wasn’t necessarily my fault – so, deep down, some part of you knows that I caused all of this mental distress you’ve been going through. I’m really, really sorry for that. Sure, the entire point of this was for you to gain a deeper understanding of emotions, but from a purely fact-based perspective it obviously isn’t some one-and-done topic. As Ori’s elementals and fusions, it is obvious that we all have a tendency to spiral or read the room negatively when it comes to our own performance – it was only inevitable that you’d go down that same path too, whether we had those lessons or not. No matter how logical or illogical the situation was, we’re inclined to think it’s our fault. Even then, I did influence your perceptions. But, I suppose the worst thing I did of all was ignore the signs you were displaying when we went to meet Beliung. I saw that you were troubled – that something was bothering you which delved deeper than just frustration from experiments not going the way you hypothesised or losing important documents – and yet I didn’t properly address it. If I had just pried, maybe what had happened to you over the past week could have been avoided. We could have worked through this together.

So, yeah - I know that the repetition is annoying, and I know that you're not blind... but you really need to know that I’m sorry.”

Supra stared at Sori, the Light-Leaf fusion turning to stare at the plants once the silence had settled in.

Was Sori at fault?

No. At the end of the day, it was a topic both were willing to research and delve into. At the end of the day, no one could have predicted that Supra would be summoned ‘so soon’ (though, at the same time, not soon enough). At the end of the day, what happened had happened and this is where they were now.

At the end of the day...

“We’re sorry, too.” Glacier admitted quietly, FrostFire nodding too. "We're your older siblings, and although you tell us that you're 'perfectly capable on your own' and 'we don't have to feel responsible for you', acting like brothers and caring for each other should not be a responsibility. It should be normal between all of us. I get called the 'Mama' between us - though mainly by Sori - so at least I should have been around more. Uh, well, I guess I'm never particularly busy, but that doesn't excuse it. You don't have to feel inclined to only share the good - you can share the bad, too. And that goes for everyone."

"So, like, don't hesitate to be honest with us." FrostFire followed up, his gaze near pleading. "Even if you write on a piece of paper instead of telling us directly.

Let's be here for each other, alright?"

...everything was going to be okay.

Coming to this conclusion, Supra did something he hardly ever did. Wel, maybe more often as of recent, but he had yet to share this moment with his actual siblings.

Tugging Glacier and FrostFire with one arm and pulling Sori in with the other, he initiated a hug. Expectedly, noises of surprise had left all three of his siblings when he caught them off guard with the sudden move, but just as quickly as it arrived, the feeling of awkwardness and surprise left—leaving behind a warm feeling Supra was starting to get a bit more accustomed to as the days moved past slowly. Eventually, the squeezing feeling got noticeably firmer and there were small comments and complaints accompanied by the amused laughter of their oldest sibling. He should hang around them more often. Everyone, for that matter.

…One step at a time, Supra.

“I’m lucky to have you all.”

Supra gasped as the white light faded, revealing tables and chairs and surrounded by lush green grass and shady, cool trees in which fragments of light filtered through the gaps. The sky was devoid of clouds and radiated in a deep blue – something that the sky in the watch realm could never match. The same could be said for the way the breeze seemed to wash a calm over him, really tying everything together. Despite never having been here before, it gave off a welcoming and almost homey vibe like he had always lived here.

To be able to appreciate the real world like this without much care in the world? What a luxury.

When Supra had brought up considering meeting with Ori, now having been two days since he had spent time with Solar, Halilintar and his brothers, the Fusions were of course accepting but not without unnecessarily taking Supra to the base Elementals to have a chat about how he should not feel worried about travelling to the real world.

(Supra had no problem with the mode of transport – he had seen everyone come and go plenty of times whether urgently or leisurely. The stories that were coupled alongside their travels and adventures always held the same sentiment too – that, no matter how bad the world can get, there will always be some beauty held within it.)

And Supra really had to be there to believe it. Not like he didn't believe anyone to begin with - but he had only ever seen destruction surrounding him.

Supra looked at his feet, planted to the ground.

So, for now, he just stood where he was and turned in place to admire the view from there.

When he got a good look at what exactly was behind him, he couldn’t help but feel… everything.

There it was.

Tok Aba’s Kokotiam.

And, of course, it wasn’t complete without the gang.

However, they didn’t really seem as ‘elated’ as Supra himself was feeling.

Qually and Gopal made no attempt to hide their clear fear of the overpowered fusion. Fair enough, but also – rude.

Ying, Ochobot and Tok Aba were kinder about it with smiles and short greetings sent his way, but their furrowed brows and jagged movements told a different story which better matched what Gopal and Qually felt.

Yaya and Fang were the most… sincere. Their smiles and greetings were matching of their usual character, but rather than a forced happy they seemed to be masking more of a… solemn demeanour. Like they felt sorry for him.

And, lastly—

…

“BoBoiBoy.”

For some reason, Supra couldn’t look Ori in the eyes.

“Supra.”

Fin~