Random Stuff

Lots of OC stuff i found on Notes

Hundreds of years gone by, going through countless rocks and stones, and circulating all necessary nutrients into one single drop. The perfect drop- filled with the perfect amount of practically everything and one foretold to be akin to the fountain of youth. This drop falls into a tall glass of its brothers and sisters. An entire glass, filled with the powers of the fountain of youth. This glass can make the strongest man kneel, make the most powerful nations draw back...
And yet, it is gone now because Tony dropped it like a dumbass.

"Loup for the last time, enough with the jokes," Neville huffed.
Loup chuckled, "Why? Are we getting a short temper now?"
"Loup. I'll say this once more: stop."
"Hi stop, I'm Loup."
"Damnit Loup—"
"Knock knock."
"No."
"Yes."

Ulrich puffed, "I'm not a bird! I was once human- a soldier at that! I was one of the highest that one could be, even! All would fear my presence! I was a King— a beautiful tyrant at that!"
"Please," Jarvis scoffed, "spare me the drama."
"What do you mean by that?!" Ulrich screeched as his feathers fluffed out. The bird never did care for backtalk.
"We've heard this countless times, Bird Brain. How do you think I feel about being a scale? A scale of all things! I was one of the few field nurses of my time. I couldn't even walk properly, but I still made an effort to help others. But now I can't even climb up a hill before I fall on my back! At least you can go places," Jarvis turned aside and sighed. "You're the lucky one out of us two."
Ulrich, taken back, shook his tail feathers in annoyance. He had nothing to comeback the simple lash.

Every page had something different to say. Every sentence contradicted the one before it. Every letter seemed to be against the other. That's how it felt to read each regulatory rule that The Party threw in this heap of a manual.
Rinehart set the book aside and rubbed his head.
"None of this makes sense... This junk seems to change every week," Rinehart muttered as he leaned back in his chair.
Bartholomaus looked up from his morning paper and huffed, "You learn to go with what they say. Even though they're idiots, they're still the idiots in charge."

Rein huffed, "Otto stop. We don't have time to deal with this."
Otto grinned, exposing his large fangs, "Otto yes."
"Otto no."
"Otto yes," Otto ran out the door laughing maniacally as usual.
"Damnit Otto."

The Clay's aren't as typical as they may seem. Besides the fact that they have a radical case of "best twins forever", they're over 100 years old! That's a long time to be this close of twins, not to mention they don't look a day past 40.
As we know, Wilbur and Winston Clay are the sons of the infamous Unheil S.. They were "born" around 1900. During this time, the two grew up in Germany due to Unheil being a "doctor" there. The two had a pretty decent childhood, besides having to deal with the First World War. They never knew exactly what Unheil did as a "living"- if you can call mutilating people and using them as test subjects a living- until the Second World War began. This was so due to the giant increase of Unheil's experiments. The two boys found out exactly what was going on.
Both brothers had conflicting feelings about what their father did. Wilbur, being the "youngest" of the two, didn't see the wrong his father was doing. He thought it was fine to continue on seeking a more perfect world in that sense. Winston, by being swayed by Samuel A. Clersteik, knew what his father was doing was absolutely terrible and disgusting. He wanted no part of what the two did. Therefore, Winston left for Russia.
More towards the middle of ww2, Winston created a puppet show of the Axis leaders to make fun of them. As time went on, this puppet show became so popular that news of it spread to the Axis lands. Wilbur, having seen this, created his own puppet show of the Allied leaders. Both grew in popularity and soon were making fun of each other, unknown to them that the other was his brother.
After the war, Wilbur began to create his own things like his father. Early in the Cold War, Wilbur began creating his army of little tanks. With an insider amongst Unheil and Wilbur, Winston found this out and began creating a few mini tanks of his own.
As the years went by, the two finally contacted each other via Winston's insider- Samuel A. Clersteik, aka one of their uncles. The two got to talking, and with Sam's help, brought Wilbur to light of the atrocities that Unheil commits. At the end of the Cold War, both fled to America, leaving their father and past behind.
Nowadays, they're peppy, giddy cartoonists who take care of all the things they've made from the wars to now.