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who were you with last night
*Wrecker and Katie were driving to the fire station after a night together*
*Wrecker's phone rang and he answered it*
Wrecker: hey you guys
Hunter: hey Wrecker, me and the boys have a question
Wrecker: sure, go on
The bad batch: *in a singsong voice* WHO WERE YOU WITH LAST NIGHT
*Wrecker rolled his eyes and hung up*
Wrecker: *sighs rolling his eyes* honestly, you can't keep a secret in this town
12 days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas and the bad batch gave to me
The havoc Marauder
Ont the second day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
On the third day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Three Wrecker's wrecking
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
On the Fourth day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Four Crosshairs sniping
Three Wrecker's wrecking
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
On the fifth day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Five Techs typing
Four Crosshairs sniping
Three Wrecker's wrecking
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
On the sixth day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Six Hunter's brooding
Five Techs typing
Four Crosshairs sniping
Three Wrecker's wrecking
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
On the seventh day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Seven Trix's sighing
Six Hunter's brooding
Five Techs typing
Four Crosshairs sniping
Three Wrecker's wrecking
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
On the eighth day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Eight Phees liberating
Seven Trix's sighing
Six Hunter's brooding
Five Techs typing
Four Crosshairs sniping
Three Wrecker's wrecking
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
On the ninth day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Nine Boba's hunting
Eight Phees liberating
Seven Trix's sighing
Six Hunter's brooding
Five Techs typing
Four Crosshairs sniping
Three Wrecker's wrecking
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
On the tenth day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Ten Strykers brothers pranking
Nine Boba's hunting
Eight Phees liberating
Seven Trix's sighing
Six Hunter's brooding
Five Techs typing
Four Crosshairs sniping
Three Wrecker's wrecking
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
On the eleventh day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Eleven Howzer's fighting
Ten Stryker brothers pranking
Nine Boba's hunting
Eight Phees liberating
Seven Trix's sighing
Six Hunter's brooding
Five Techs typing
Four Crosshairs sniping
Three Wrecker's wrecking
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
On the twelfth day of Christmas the bad batch gave to me
Twelve Cobalts flying
Eleven Howzer's fighting
Ten Stryker brothers pranking
Nine Boba's hunting
Eight Phees liberating
Seven Trix's sighing
Six Hunter's brooding
Five Techs typing
Four Crosshairs sniping
Three Wrecker's wrecking
Two Omega's smiling
And the Havoc Marauder
IT'S BAD BATCH EVE
I'M SO TERRIFIED EXCITED
This basically sums up tonight:
Found this on Instagram. NOOOOPE NOT READY YET NOOOOOPE
Me tonight waiting for the bad batch finale:
A bad batch summer chapter 1
Waterfight:
It was a warm summer day on Pabu and several of it's youngest inhabitants Omega, Boba, Cynthia, James, Joey, Daniel, Zander, Kordi, Rowan, Dante, Deke, Stak, Mox, Lyana, Jax, Sami and Eva all stood together down by the small fishing docks on the beach.
The group all held several fully filled water guns between them and were discussing what to do.
"So, is everything prepared?" Omega asked.
The kids all nodded.
"So what exactly is it we have do?" Deke asked.
"Well, we're going to split into two teams, and basically all we have to do is run around shooting each other with our water guns." Lyana said.
"What's the point of that?" Daniel asked confused.
"To have fun silly." Lyana giggled.
"Alright, who's leading the teams?" Joey asked.
"How about Omega and Lyana." James suggested.
The others nodded in agreement.
They split into two teams.
Team one consisting of Omega, Stak, Deke, Daniel, Joey, Jax, Zander and Rowan headed to upper Pabu while team two consisting of Lyana, Sami, Eva, Cynthia, Boba, Dante, James, Kordi, and Mox stayed at the docks.
Omega's team began scouring the town trying to find their newest victims.
Daniel, Jax and Deke were patrolling when they saw Wrecker sunbathing, the loud snoring coming from him told them he'd fallen asleep.
"This is just too good." Daniel grinned.
The three kids tiptoed over to Wrecker stifling giggles as they aimed their water blasters at Wrecker.
They aimed their blasters at Wrecker and fired.
There was a loud shriek of surprise as Wrecker awoke to a jet of water soaking him.
This was quickly replaced by a loud shriek of laughter as Wrecker grabbed the three kids and dangled them in the air.
"Okay you lot, what's going on, I was having a great nap, and suddenly it's like I fell in the ocean." Wrecker said.
"Well Wrecker, we're having a water battle, and we just thought." Jax said.
"That you'd give me a soak." Wrecker said finishing Jax's sentence, to which the mirilian nodded.
Wrecker chuckled and set the three down.
"Alright you guys very funny, now go play somewhere else." He said.
"You want to join Wrecker?" Deke asked.
"No thanks Deke, I'm going fishing with Shep, but make sure you get Crosshair for me." Wrecker said winking.
The kids giggled and ran off.
Two hours of fierce waterfighting later, including highlights such as Omega, and Lyana soaking Crosshair to the skin and Sami, Eva and Mox ambushing Tech and Phee from atop the weeping Mys tree resulting in a laughing Phee and a confused Tech the kids met up at the docks once more.
They were all soaking wet and out of breath from running all over the island.
"That was so fun." Eva said as she fought to get her breathing under control.
"Did you see Crosshair's face when we got him." Omega giggled.
"He looked so mad." Lyana said laughing.
"Found them." A voice yelled.
The kids looked and saw the adults behind them, holding water blasters of their own as well as very determined grins.
"What's going on?" Omega asked confused.
"Payback." Crosshair smirked and fired at Omega soaking her with a jet of water.
In peals of laughter the kids ran off followed by the adults determined to show the kids what a real water war looked like.
Defective yet effective ( a cadet batch fanfic)
Bios:
Numbers:
CT 9901 Spectre
CT 9902 Hunter
CT 9903 Wrecker
CT 9904 Crosshair
CT 9905 Cobalt
CT 9906 *died before name*
CT 9907 Tech
Spectre:
Clone Captian Spectre was oldest of the bad batch, with the ability to tap it into and hack machinery via the use of internal components the kamanoins implanted in him. As the oldest Spectre holds himself responsible for the lives of the entire squad and would do anything to protect them.
Armour:
Hunter:
Hunter was the oldest of the bad batch alongside Spectre and was closest with him. Hunter has hightned senses which allow him to feel impulses of various kinds. Following the death of Spectre Hunter became the commanding officer of the bad batch leading his squad all throughout the clone wars and galactic civil war.
Wrecker:
Wrecker is the largest of the bad batch with his taller frame and modified strength giving him a major advantage over the other bad batchers. While he isn't the most intellectually intelligent member of the batch he is easily the most emotionally intelligent, often serving as a source of comfort for his older and younger brothers respectively.
Crosshair:
Crosshair is the sniper of the squad, his enhanced eyesight making him one of the most skilled members of the bad batch. Though he can be abrasive and grumpy, there is no denying he loves his brothers.
Crosshair also serves as the squad medic with Tech often assisting him.
Crosshair is closest with Tech and the two can often be seen together.
Cobalt:
Cobalt was created as one of the kamanoins attempts at creating successful force sensitive clones through project enigma.
Though the project was ultimately a failure Cobalt emerged as one of few successful force sensitive clones.
However Cobalt's ability was blacklisted following the failure of the project and he was forced to not use it, additionally he was removed from the batch and reassigned to the clone commando unit Sigma squad under the designation CC-1043, however Cobalt was still a bad batch member in spirit and regularly stayed in their barracks and having training sessions with them. He served in the 501st through most of the clone wars before rejoining the bad batch near the end of the war.
Tech:
The youngest of the batch Tech was engineered with enhanced intelligence making him the most intellectually gifted of the batch a great strategic advantage that has helped them many times in the war.
Tech often serves as the group pilot and is also the one responsible for looking after the Havoc Marauder.
I just learned about their official heights
kfkzkfjlzkrt tech with tats.
here's my take of the rest of the squad's ink
Season 1 episode 5
Cid : *calls the entire squad but Omega an absolute idiot* Wrecker : hell yeah Omega gimme five
Who in the Bad Batch do you resemble the most personality wise ?
I'm curious. Today, as I was yet again losing investing my time browsing fanarts and headcanons, I came to the realisation that, despite Hunter being my favourite, I'm definitely a Wrecker. Like big time. And it's nice really, even though Mister Sexy Smoky Knife-Juggler has my heart ! Who do you guys think you resemble the most IRL ? Let's see what the fandom looks like !
Little edit : thanks to @gbgoffic, I realised that maybe the wording wasn’t the clearest : I indeed meant personality wise 😅 For those of you who picked Hunter thinking it was appearance wise, please DM me.
Who in the Bad Batch do you resemble the most personality wise ?
I'm curious. Today, as I was yet again losing investing my time browsing fanarts and headcanons, I came to the realisation that, despite Hunter being my favourite, I'm definitely a Wrecker. Like big time. And it's nice really, even though Mister Sexy Smoky Knife-Juggler has my heart ! Who do you guys think you resemble the most IRL ? Let's see what the fandom looks like !
Whumptober Day 1: Race Against the Clock
Fandom: The Bad Batch
Summary: Wrecker is tasked with disarming a bomb. The problem is that it's strapped to a soldier.
"Are you sure you can do this?" Hunter looked at Wrecker. Then he looked at the situation in front of them. The separatist had gotten ahold of a reg and strapped a bomb to him. Unless the Jedi general gave himself over, the reg would die and likely kill anyone around him.
"Relax, defusing bombs is what I'm good at!' Wrecker smiled as he looked at the separatist bomb. In truth, he was nervous. However, he was trained to disarm bombs; he had to give it a try.
Walking to the man, Wrecker tried to comfort him. The faint beeping of a timer sent small amount of fear into the clone. "Do ya know how much time you have?"
The clone looked nervous. "Is that going to change if you help me or not?"
Looking back the others, Hunter nodded slightly. Then Wrecker looked at the man in front of him. He had to try no matter what, right? "No."
Hunter wasn't sure if he was surprised or not. Out of all of them, Wrecker was the most sympathetic to the regs.
"Four minutes." The man's voice shook as he spoke.
"Okay. I'm gonna get you out of this." Wrecked did his best to sound confident. There were only two ways this could end; two dead men or none.
"Wrecker, be careful." Hunter cautioned.
"Yeah yeah. I've got this!" Approaching the clone, Wrecker started to take a look at the bomb. It was a simple Separatist bomb, nothing he couldn't disarm. However most of the time he didn't have three and a half minutes or a trembling man to deal with.
There was a small timer. It haunted Wrecker. Looking at the wires, he grabbed the wire cutters. It was only then he realized his hands were shaking.
Three minutes and fifteen seconds. There were a few different colored wires. A red and blue one stuck out the most. There were yellow and green ones as well; two of each color. Scanning the bomb, Wrecker looked to find where each wire led to.
Three minutes flat. The yellow and green wires seemed to lead to the timer and part of the explosive mechanisms. The demolitionist couldn't cut them yet. The green one that led to the timer never needed to be cut.
Two minutes and thirty seconds left before the two men and some others were taken out. "Wrecker, how's it going?" Wrecker didn't answer. Instead he focused on the bomb. Hunter listened to the sound of the timer. It seemed like the only thing he could hear. "Tech, evacuate the area." His brother nodded before started too e people back.
The red wire was the most clechy of the wires to be the one to cut. Then again blue was pretty cleachay to. That didn't matter. The two wires were hidden deeper in the bomb. They were more likely to bee what he needed. Still Wrecker had figure out which one to cut first. Red or blue?
Two minutes and two seconds. Two minutes and one second be fore the bomb went off.
"Are you sure you can do this?" The man's voice shook.
"Yep." Wrecker lied. He hated that damn clock. Everytime he looked at it, it made him feel worse. His stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. Still, he knew that he was smart. Bombs were his thing so there was no way he could mess this up. Even if he had one minute and forty six seconds left.
Looking past the wires, Wrecker studied the rest of the bomb. Finding the exploding mechanism should make firming the right wire easier. It took a moment to find; a moment Wrecker was t sure he had.
Thirty seconds. Red or blue? Unsure, Wrecker staried a little harder. Red or blue?
Fifteen seconds. Finding the answer he had been looking for, Wrecker gently grabbed the blue wire. He raised his other hand to the wire and placed the wire cutters close around the wire. With seven seconds left, Wrecker cut the blue wire. Then the red. The timer continued but the bomb had been dealt with.
There was one second on the clock now. Making eye contact with the clone, they waited for it to hit zero. Part of Wrecker feared he would have been wrong and one of the green or yellow wires had to go. To his relief, the two were fine when the clock hit zero.
Sighing, Wrecker laughed a little. "See? I told you!" He looked back at Hunter and smiled. "I told you."
"Great. Can we get this thing off me?" The reg held back tears as he spoke.
"Yep! I'll do that." Slowly, Wrecker released the clone from his no longer explosive prison. "There you go."
"Thank you. Really, thank you."
"Eh, it's part of what I'm good for! Say, you want something to eat, reg?"
"Comet, and sure, that sounds nice."
"Sweet!"
Sunrise
@oliviaeatworld had a post about Hunter being able to sense ghosts and I couldn't get it out of my head, so I wrote a short story about it.
Summary: Hunter discovers her can sense ghosts.
Word count: 2151
Hunter finally got up after he had been awake for over an hour. He padded over to the small kitchen to prepare the cup of caf he needed to start the day. His routine didn’t change much these days. He enjoyed the calm and quiet of the morning while the others slept. He could hear Wrecker’s soft snoring coming from behind his door. Batcher’s collar jingled as she rolled over in her bed.
It had been five months since Tantis, since they had stopped running. They were safe at last. Something Hunter had struggled to believe possible at times.
Living in a home was something Hunter had never known he wanted. The domesticity of stone and wood over Kamino’s sterile white or industrial grey was a dichotomy he’d never imagined he’d experience. Shep had been kind enough to give them a vacant home and they had slowly set to work, making it their own.
The home was like most of the others on Pabu with its white stone exterior and curved doorframes and rooms. It was cozy but spacious enough to fit them all comfortably. They would spend their evenings cooking meals in the modest kitchen with Wrecker taking point as head chef. He had been so enamored with Shep’s food he had asked for lessons on how to prepare it himself.
One of the larger bedrooms was divided into two so they all had their own private space. The rooms all connected to the central common space so they were never too far away from each other if someone needed something, or had a nightmare.
Omega had helped them pick out colors for the walls of their respective bedrooms. She thrived on the idea of them putting down roots, making things their own. Hunter was amazed at her ability to bounce back from her experience on Tantis. She would never be that same small, innocent girl they had taken off Kamino and Hunter had to wrestle with that often. She had to become a soldier out of necessity, but now, seeing her curled up on the couch with a book or laughing with Liana, he hoped she was someone who could settle in the peace of this place. It was all he ever wanted for her.
The left bedroom belonged to Crosshair. He kept his room pretty sparse but did let Omega choose a calming, pale green for the walls. His bed was lofted which gave him the space below for his art. He had taken to painting in the last few months, initially as therapy for his augmented hand but Hunter knew it had helped heal his mind just as much. Canvases were propped against the walls and stacked next to the easel. Batcher’s bed was tucked in the corner. She alternated between his and Omega’s room.
Wrecker was next to Crosshair and had chosen a deep maroon. The color was reminiscent of their old armor. Hunter wasn’t sure if that was deliberate or not but it felt like a warm hug whenever you walked inside, if you didn’t trip over something. Posters hung crooked on the walls. They reminded Hunter of the ones they had had on the marauder. Wrecker had chosen those too now that he came to think about it.
Omega’s room was in between Wrecker and Hunters, she had chosen a bright, golden color that seemed to sparkle in the morning sun. Hunter couldn’t help but think how perfect it was for a girl who shined light wherever she went. She had Lula propped up on a pillow on her bed. Tech’s goggles were on her nightstand, silently watching over her.
Hunter’s room was bare like Crosshairs’. The walls were still the original, pale white. Omega asked him weekly if he had decided on a color yet, but he was struggling to commit to anything. It’s almost like there was too much choice. He still felt a little at sea. He loved their life on Pabu but almost felt that it was too good to be true. He was waiting for whatever was around the corner.
The Pabu sunrise was glowing gold and scarlet as Hunter made his way out onto the stone patio. He was still getting used to the feel of cold rock on his feet. He missed the clang of his boots on the floor of the Marauder, but that time had passed.
He let out a sign as he sat on a wooden bench on the patio, his caf cupped in his hands as he gazed out over the harbor. Most of the boats were already out, looking for today’s catch. He closed his eyes to let his senses take over. He heard moon-yos chattering at the weeping maya tree on Pabu’s crest. The air tasted like salt and honey from the fruit trees littered around the island. He could even hear the murmuring of those at the docks and market. But there was something else.
Hunter sat up taller in his seat and opened his eyes. It wasn’t anything alarming, but it was something his senses couldn’t quite touch, something he couldn’t quite explain. He closed his eyes again, brow furrowed on concentration as he tried to decern the feeling. It was almost like it was sending magnetic frequencies, but it wasn’t tangible, he couldn’t feel it, he just sensed it.
His mind quickly went to the Empire. He opened his eyes and searched the sky. Was it a weapon? a ship? A threat? But all he saw was the blue Pabu sky, dotted with high clouds that drifted slowly over the sea.
Hunter shook his head to try and push the feeling away. He was probably just imagining it.
“Do not doubt your intuition” a voice said in his head. It sounded like Tech. It was something his brother had told him often, especially as cadets when he was trying to figure out how his enhancements worked and what good they were.
There was a time when Hunter didn’t know what it meant to smell a droids or taste blood in the air or feel electromagnetic frequencies, when his head felt like it was vibrating on the inside but didn’t know why. Tech had been the one to take an interest, to talk him through it and help him figure out what it meant.
They would often camp on the floor of their bunk room, covers contorted into a sensory deprivation room. Hunter would sit inside, blindfolded while Tech remained outside and would prompt him. “What do you smell now? What can you sense? How close am I?” Hunter sometimes felt like one of Tech’s science experiments, but when it started working, when he was able to focus and recall and tap into his sense on command, it became an obsession. It became impossible not to want to learn more.
He sighed as he shook his head again. There should be a room for Tech here, he thought sadly. No matter how much time had passed, there wasn’t a moment when Hunter didn’t turn around and expect to see his brother’s goggles staring back at him, data pad in hand, alert and ready.
Hunter suddenly jerked his body away, involuntarily from the space next to him on the bench. In an instant it had felt like someone, or something was there. He stood up and looked at the space. He knew someone was there, he just couldn’t see them.
He dropped his caf and let the mug break against the tile while simultaneously grabbing for his virboknife. He stood, hunched in attack position, staring at a vacant space. The birds still chirped; the salt air fell into his lungs as his rapid breathing took it in. There was nothing there.
“Trust your senses,” The voice said again. It was tiney and faint, like it was coming ever so lightly through a speaker on the other side of the planet.
“Tech?” Hunter said aloud, feeling stupid as soon as he did.
“Hunter, I’ve been trying to reach you for a while. Are your senses dulling with age?”
I’m not that old, Hunter thought as he looked across Pabu to make sure he wasn’t losing his grip on reality. Islanders were milling around, chatting as they walked to get groceries or took a pet for a walk along the winding paths.
He turned his attention back to the empty space that somehow wasn’t empty and sat down.
“Tech? is that you? How can I… how can you?... what…”
“I have always been with you, Hunter. All of you” the voice said. Hunter wasn’t ready to believe yet, how could this be? Tech was dead, he’d heard him pull the trigger, Wrecker had seen him fall. He was gone. Maybe Hunter had finally let the stress of the last few years get to him.
“I don’t know what you are but you’re not him,” Hunter said quietly, sorrowfully.
“When we were in the rail car you didn’t speak over the comm when I mentioned Plan 99 because you knew it was the only way. You would never have asked me to do it. Would have done anything to save me, but you knew it was the only way to save you all. And so, you were silent. And that haunts you every second of every day.”
“How can you… How is this possible?”
“My guess is that you can sense things that until now, we couldn’t quite comprehend, Including the dead.”
“if that was the case, why didn’t that happen on every battlefield we every stepped foot on,” he couldn’t believe he was having conversation with a bodiless voice, not even a voice, a sense. He didn’t hear the words out loud; the conversation was happening in his head. He rubbed his hands over his face and eyes, but the conversation did not end.
“It is just a hypothesis, but I imagine it involves a connection, a kinship. We lived together all our lives. You can sense me in death just like you could sense me in life.”
Hunter signed. It sounded like Tech. He’d seen enough to know the galaxy was vast, and he knew very little about most of it. If Jedi could use the force to move objects, who’s to say he can’t sense the dead.
“How are you, Tech?” he said out loud, his voice soft.
“I am fine. You do not have to worry, Hunter. I do not feel any pain and I did not feel anything when I fell...It… It was not your fault; it was my choice. It was a choice I would make again, as I know you would have made it in my place if given the opportunity.
“It should have been me,” Hunter hung his head and brushed as a tear off his tattooed cheek.
“You are exactly where you are needed,” Tech replied
“We miss you. Omega misses you a lot”
“I know.” Tech said and the voice sounded sad for the first time. “I have enjoyed watching her grow up, even if I cannot be there in person. She is quite the pilot.”
Hunter smiled, “yes, she is. She’s a remarkable kid.”
“A great deal of that is down to you, Wrecker and Crosshair,”
“And you,” Hunter added, looking at the vacant space on the bench. If he closed his eyes he could see Tech sitting there, a blurry white outline, but he was there. He sensed Tech smile.
“You used to say Omega deserves to settle down with a family. Did she get the life she deserves?”
“Yeah, I think she did, Tech. I think we all did…except you,” Hunter said
“I am always here, Hunter. I join you for caf most mornings.
Hunter raised his eyebrow in surprise, but a smile spread to his lips. “I’ll be sure to say hello more often, then.”
“I would like that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must catch up with a certain pirate,”
Hunter chuckled as he sensed Tech leave. The air returned to normal next to him, the voice disappeared and the volume of the world around him fell back into its normal rhythm.
Hunter took a deep breath and knelt down to pick up the shattered pieces of his cup.
“Hunter, we’re going down to the beach. Batcher needs a run. Do you want to come?” Omega strode out of the door, her blonde hair falling into her eyes, her blue lurka hound bounding after her and leaning against Hunter’s leg for a scratch.
“Sure kid,” he said. He threw the broken cup away and put his arm around her shoulder as they started on the winding path to lower Pabu.
“Hey, I think I’ve picked a color for my room,” he told her.
“Really? Which one?” her eyes bright with surprise.
“I’m thinking turquoise,”
“That was Tech’s favorite color,” she said fondly.
“Yeah kid. It was”
I need a print of this so bad!
The Bad Batch wishes you a happy Halloween!
A lil #badbatch comic redraw featuring Wrecker and Crosshair 🥰🐍✨the original was a scene from Steven universe
YES.
Wrecker would be all over the sporty toys, to the point that the whole Batch would get on to him for tossing balls in the ship and breaking things. I think dodgeball would be his favorite despite no one else wanting to play it.😅
I think Hunter's version of toys would be... well, kid-versions of things that are useful, like kid's first knife or magnifying glass.
Echo would get her a datapad more like snag one from Tech and fill it with books. Kids got to build up here reading skills and knowledge of the Galaxy and it's many laws of which she'll definitely break a lot of in the future.😆
You know what really gets me upset about the bad batch. (Dont worry this isnt criticism, just some fluffy angst)
They never had a childhood.
Omega, as messed up as her childhood is, she has the boys as father figures, she has Lula and the trooper doll, her own room with fairy lights, she plays ball with Cut's kids. The bad batch never had that.
So I have a headcanon that when Cross gets home and they all live happily ever after :))) whenever they buy Omega a toy or Omega plays games they join in. I have a personal headcanon that Crosshair and Omega stop at a stationary shop and Omega sees a colouring book that she likes, but Crosshair, he finds the mandalas, and hes fascinated by the ornate patterns and precision required that he buys the mandalas, the colouring book and a pack of crayons. And Cross and Omega spend all day colouring in together.
Tech absolutely has a Rubix cube that he fidgets with and he teaches Omega how to solve it, along with many other little puzzles.
If you have a headcanon like this then please comment it because my god is there possibilities galore and our boys deserve a childhood as much as Omega does.
YES! 🙌 We all love Wrecker!!
this is a Wrecker appreciation post. reblog if you love and appreciate Wrecker