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I'm Ugly, Disgusting, and Filthy for sure. by InsectorEddieble
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
08 Jan 2026
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A date? That was the first light bulb in his head to let him know something was going on. It wasn't until he approached Robert later in the day, almost sobbing, for everything to be explained. Having all three of them show sudden interest in him at once was overwhelming and sending his mind spiraling and-
Robert explained they had some weird competition going on, and Waterboy had been thrown into the mix. They had wanted to see which of the three he would have chosen, and who could convince him to sleep with them first. "Face it, kid; " Robert had offered, smiling that smile at him before gently patting his wet, dripping cheek. "We could tell you have a thing for each of us, you aren't that sneaky about it.
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Robert, Phenomaman, and Flambae have decided to make a bet to see who could get Waterboy to sleep with them first. Turns out Herman wasn't that against the idea of *rating* how good the sex is with each of them since he now knew of their plans.
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09 Jan 2026
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It was an accident.
That's what he tells his grandmother, every night as she is about to sleep. It's the only way he can get the tremor in her hands to subside. It's been getting worse, as of late. Doctor says the stress is worsening her symptoms.
"Orange doesn't look good on you, dear," she will whisper softly, a desperate prayer. Her fragile hands squeezing onto his own as he finishes tucking her in.
The creases on her sullen face deepen with the passing nights. Like every other one, lies upon lies will slip easily past Herman's lips.Name: Waterboy
Crimes: Stalking, Manslaughter, Public Endangerment, Unlawful Alteration of Structures, Criminal Damage to Property, Reckless Employment of an Unregistered Superhuman AbilitySeries
- Part 4 of courage, and all of its implications
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24 Dec 2025
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"S—s—So, your relationship with your father. Tell me more— let's talk more about that."
Robert lets out a sigh. It's the type of sigh that should come from a man far older than him. He'd put this imaginary man in maybe his late forties, his black hair peppered with strands of white and grey. Maybe this man is tired because he works a blue collar job and he's carrying the weight of his family on his back, or maybe he goes home every night to a dark and lonely apartment just like Robert does. Wherever this man is he's probably sighing just like he did a moment ago. He probably has the same aching muscles that Robert does, only his were likely earned from working at a tire shop or some other civilian shit like that.
And then there's Robert. Tied up, bloodied and beaten. All in his own home.
"What more is there to tell?" Robert laughs a little, letting his bruised cheek rest against the wet floor. "He wasn't really around enough to be terrible." He mumbles. "...And I know what you're about to say, no, I was not neglected. I had everything I wanted." A few feet away, Beef is napping peacefully. The traitor.
"I—I was actually about to call you a little bitch but sure, let's— let's go with that."
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24 Dec 2025
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After his first shift turns into a disaster, Robert tries to help Waterboy gain some much-needed confidence. It works great until it doesn’t, and Robert is left reeling, not entirely sure what it is he did wrong and why the guy he thought he got along with can’t even look him in the eye anymore. They do sort things out eventually, although they need a little outside help.
aka Waterboy isn’t sure he can work with a guy if he’s constantly dreaming about climbing inside his chest and licking his organs, and Robert worries about the ethics of employing someone he’s clearly developing a crush on.
They both end up doing some stuff against their better judgment, but somehow, it works out alright.Bookmarked by Left_Brain15
19 Dec 2025
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Robert Robertson III intended- begrudgingly- to take up the life his father left behind. The old cruising trawler, The Astral, had been handed down from grandfather to father to son, a rusted heirloom with more ghosts than fresh paint. Now it was Robert’s turn to haul it back into the sea, whether he liked it or not.
But even he had to admit he couldn’t run the damn thing alone. The only man he would want to work with had already settled into retirement. Still, necessity outweighed pride, so he posted a call for a deckhand.
Only one soul answered.
Herman, tall, trembling, wide-eyed Herman, showed up looking like he might bolt if someone sneezed too loudly. But he was willing, he was young, and more importantly… he was the only applicant.
So, by the simple law of desperation, the job was his. Robert didn’t mention how his father used to say the sea knew their family by name. Or how something out there had been circling the boat since the day the old man died.
Something that still hadn’t gone away.
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13 Dec 2025