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Run to the Sand Bar, Howl to the Rip Current by Anonymous
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
04 Oct 2025
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“And for this hunt, my malady becomes my most desired health.”
- Moby DickJabber did not measure the days by the sun in the sky or the ticks on a clock, but on the strength of his body’s rip current while he swam against it with glee.
A few moments in Jabber's life, regarding people he knows and a single question on multiple minds.
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- Part 4 of Catalyst
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Holy peak
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Must read again properly. Currently falling asleep
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He became conscious of Mankira absorbing something from the water, and though he was eager to know what it was, summoning her left would make his centipede’s situation very evenly distributed. Considering his options, Jabber halted suddenly.
Around… six lengths of a joro-horned-viber ahead, he caught sight of a fabric-y lump. It sat on the end of a flat iron bar tilting over into the water, cloth a stark contrast from this ecosystem of twisting pipes and warped panels. He spotted it shift and curl more tightly around itself. An animal? A trash beast? A human. Out here, he thought excitedly, they would have to be someone strong. A friend, then.
The figure was facing slightly away from him, but Jabber could just barely make out the profile. He gathered that they had short dark hair with white underneath, and that he could not see their hands because they were cupped to the mouth.
Once he got closer, Jabber was given another pause.
What he’d thought was a man was actually a large coat, which, by pure coincidence, had a man inside of it. The coat was shoveling something into the man’s mouth. Jabber initially thought that it was a black piece of plastic, until he saw the oily sheen along its fur, a long, hairless tail, and the spinal cord and little pink organs being chewed into one chunky mash. He perked up, instantly charmed.
The water lapped and pushed at his legs as Jabber tried to hurry through it, “Hi! Hello!!”
The man- no, definitely now that he was close enough to confirm, that was indeed a coat with a man in it- swung to stare at him, interrupted from his meal.
Determined to make a good first impression, Jabber held out his centipede, silently offering thanks to his temporary travelling companion, “Eat this! Once you finish up eating, we gotta play. Like a picnic! Do you want to attack first or can I?”
The coat remained stone-faced. Jabber’s hopeful curiosity gave way to immediate liking.
“You have good chances,” Jabber said, encouragingly, “-so I’m not really going to hold back. That okay? If I’m wrong and I win, I’ll probably let you go, but I’m gonna hunt you down in…” He hummed in thought, “... six months? And that’s six times what I think you’d actually need, y’know! Or- heh, I don’t really think you need any time! But if you’re dragging your feet, maybe…?”
Nothing.
“But I like you, so that’s okay. Six months! That’s if I win, and I shouldn’t. Your chances are great, I mean it, I’m usually on the money about this kind of stuff!” He chirped, letting his forearms rest on the metal bank as his centipede thrashed under one, “My name’s Jabber Wonger. What’s yours?”
Still, the coat did not answer. Jabber furrowed his eyebrows, looked at the meal that it already had, at his centipede, back at the coat, “You have to kill this, if you’re gonna eat it. I can’t kill it for you. Wouldn’t be fair.”
“...”
Jabber leaned closer. Not to look at the eyes of the coat’s man, but at the way it was holding itself around him. Oh. That must be it.
He addressed the man, “Has it been a while since you’ve heard anything other than your coat? Is that right? I think that’s it? But I don’t think it can use you to talk. I can’t hear what it’s saying, and I don’t think we’d get along very well anyways. I like what I have.” On his right, he unsheathed Mankira in her little form, “You have to use your mouth by yourself to tell me what it’s saying. Or tell me who you are, I guess, if that still matters to you.”
The man’s eyes widened. Jabber made his smile wider and showed his teeth, hoping that this might help transmit his friendly intent.
Years passed. Some Raiders muttered resentfully that Zodyl favored Jabber, which Jabber considered absurd. Sure, he could get close to Zodyl. He walked straight up to him- if Zodyl’s chair had an armrest or backrest, Jabber jumped on it and tried to stand up. In cars, on missions, they tended to sit together. Jabber liked watching Zodyl eat. He would talk about where he’d been, figuring that Zodyl would listen if interested, and sometimes Jabber asked for another fight. He generally did not receive any response to the last.
“Remember what I asked when you beat me??” Jabber asked, one day. He was balancing on the back of a bench that Zodyl sat on, “Have you thought about it? You think that the things that Mishra eats are still alive in you?”
Zodyl looked at him with a curiosity that Jabber suddenly hoped was more scientific than anything. As he was more inclined to give Zodyl and Mishra the benefit of the doubt, he didn’t begrudge them the question.
“I’d like to know why you would perform such an experiment.”
Jabber gave a one-shouldered shrug, wobbled, and quickly outstretched his arms to his sides to balance, “It’d be interesting to fight out!”
(‘Why do you do this’ for fun)
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i loooove how they’ve characterised and analysed jabber in this it’s so damn good
the world building too wow wow wowowow