These are Chibi Pika's nominations and comments for the 2016 awards. See all nominations here.
Do I even need to say it? This is the most brain-breakingly original fic concept I've ever run across in my life.
Expanding upon canon is like 99% of what this fic DOES. And it does it well. I constantly forget that all her boxdev headcanons are just headcanons, they fit that well into the world.
The characters are by far the standout in this fic, as all of them–even the villains–are given significant opportunities to grow and learn and change their worldview throughout the story.
Debateable whether they're a main character or a supporting character, but their addition to the main cast early on, and heavy character focus and driving role in the plot means I opted to go with main character. A wonderfully conflicted and complex character who undergoes all sorts of major turmoil and development throughout the story.
There's something oddly endearing about his constant bickering and selfish nature. It adds a refreshing contrast to the main characters.
Grosh is best dad.
He spends like 80% of the fic being a sadistic piece of garbage, but damn it if you don't feel for him by the end after coming to understand what made him the way he is.
Cinnamon bun, too pure.
His particular brand of dry sarcasm and witty snark never fails to crack me up.
Mewtwo²’s eyes glowed blue, and the device in Rick’s hand twisted and collapsed into a useless lump of metal before he tossed it into a corner. The instinct to run as fast as he could hit Mark a split second later, but his limbs refused to move, frozen in place by some terrifying force. May, unrestrained, bolted for the door, but Rick leapt at her like a hungry predator, grabbing the collar of her jacket. She threw her hands back and the jacket began to slip off her shoulders, but before it could, he’d wrapped a muscular arm around her neck, gripped her shoulder with his other hand and pulled her back inside, throwing her against the wall of the corridor. Mark tried to scream but his mouth wouldn’t move, either, and breathing was almost impossible even as icy terror and panic clawed at his lungs, desperate for air; he heard a strange, squeaky moan emerge from his throat, too weak to be heard by anyone who could help.May, eyes wide open and lips pressed together, kicked desperately at Rick as he gripped her neck with both hands; he didn’t even flinch. “You killed him!” he snarled. “It was you!”
Come on, I gotta nominate my psychic twin and the only person crazy enough to have been posting the same fic on SPPf longer than me. :P Plus tqftl came out with seven chapters this year!