Trashy Voltron Oneshots

WIP: well shit (a tasty summary)

No trigger warnings- there would've been some later on but I didn't get that far into the writing. Basic concept was the paladins being transported to an alternate universe with monsters and shit, loosely based off of a roleplay I did. Might pick this up later, I like the story I have in mind, but I'm posting it now because I don't want to leave what I have to rot uwu.

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So the paladudes were all just chilling. It was a fine evening on the ship, or as close to it as you could get since they live on a floating ship in the middle of nowhere. But the automated lights simulated something close to it.. I don't know all the logistics and would probably be best off if I spared you the details. So panning to Keith right, who was doing his favorite thing that didn't physically tear him apart, staring into his knife. Completely irrelevant junk, ya know. Pidge bolts into the room, the door slamming open by some sort of mysterious Pidgeon powers as she bursts in. Just as her frame leaned against the door frame the whole castle jolted, causing Pidge to stumble in her place.

Keith's eyes flashed open wide as his knife skidded out of his hands, instantly reaching for the bedframe to stabilize himself, "what's going on?!?!"

"Uh yeah that's exactly what I came to- AH," she squealed as another blast racked the ship, "look there's no time just get out here the castle is malfunctioning!" She instantly bumbed back off in the direction she came from, and what would correctly be presumed to be the main control room. Keith took off after her, but not before snatching his favorite knife off the ground, shoving it in his boot as he spun on his heel, already out the door before his mind could catch up with what was happening.

In a blink of an eye he was gathered with the rest of the paladins, and Allura screeching at them a bunch of mumbo jumbo that in the heat of the moment Keith's mind as well as my own couldn't really process. On the large screen-like windshield there was a gaping, pulsating hole that tore its way through space itself. It was sucking the ship towards it, drawing it and everyone inside to a slow unknown. It made the whole place quake, as if the place were quivering with the fear that had seized everyone's hearts in that moment. Loud alarms were blaring and the air felt heavy.

In one corner, you could see Lance and Hunk sobbing into one another, gripping the other tightly as prominent trails of snot had appeared, while screaming about how they were gonna die. In another corner, all the responsible adults and Coran were standing bravely at the front of the ship, facing the weird glowing hole with a stoic expression. Allura had to attempt to create a much more friendlier hole that would envelop them nicely, and carry them to yet another unknown place that would be much safer on the upfront than this one, but Coran and his bullshit logic is what held them in place. Not enough space forward to create and fly into it my ass. Shiro had thought about maybe getting the lions and trying to push the castle away, only to be promptly reminded that the hole would more than definitely gobble up the lions if it thinks it can take down the whole damned castle. Pidge, bless her soul, was trying to get as many systems online as possible and try to divert all power to the boosters to get them away, shutting off all controls they had and basically any electricity, including the lighting. Darkness now consumed them except for the red blaring of the alarms that pierced the air, not helping the feeling of primal panic that arose deep in Keith's- and everyone's gut.

They were wailing. Every last one of them. Was this how it was gonna end for them? Getting slurped by some strange hole and then being ripped apart? No Keith, they couldn't fight it, it wasn't a living creature, and they couldn't run. So they were just screwed and some of the crew accepted their death with open arms like Shiro, Hunk, and Pidge, and some of them were still trying to think of ways to fight something that wasn't alive, Keith, and then there was Lance who was still clinging onto Hunk as if he was his life force, praying to every god he could think of in that moment in pure Spanish. The shaking got more violent as they edged closer, the darkness giving way to bright, blinding lights that burned everyone's eyes even when they were squeezed shut. Then they were rocking, feeling what could be guessed was the floor as the paladins one by one fell off their feet. Keith couldn't be sure because with every jolt that racked them, they seemed to lose touch. Suddenly they couldn't feel the floor underneath them. Suddenly, their screams mingled and morphed and faded until all that could be heard was a splitting ringing rattling inside their minds. They were deprived, stripped of all their senses one by one, and all there was that bright blinding light that scalded the backs of their eyelids. Were they screaming? They couldn't tell. All they knew was that damn fear and each rock that threw them forward. Incase I hadn't said it enough times yet, they were so goddamn screwed.