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sleepless-stories · 13 days

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So far I've been working on chapter 1 and already several edits have been made and I've been working on adding a bit more information and detail.

so here is an excerpt the old chapter 1 vs the new chapter 1

Old Version

Rain poured down from the sky, no signs of stopping or slowing down anytime soon. The street lights reflecting softly off of the puddles in the empty street. It was almost three in the morning, and even in a city it seemed as if the life of it practically died around then. It was serene, nobody else out on the streets, it was silent aside from the rhythmic patter of rain hitting pavement and the occasional metal of a car roof. He walked down the street, hoodie pulled over his head covering his face for the most part, looking down at the ground. He walked over to a phone booth on the corner right in front of a convenience store and shut the case door behind himself before dialing in a number. The dialing tone sounded for a few moments before the tell tale sound of someone answering, a click, sounded. “Agent Checking in,” He said softly into the phone, leaning back resting on the glass wall of the case. “Code name?” “The Red Hood.” “Confirmed.” There was a pause for a few moments, the silence stretching on. “You’ve been given a new assignment.” “Details?” “Gotham, all other details are confidential. You’ll receive a package in the mail in the morning, there will be a key in it for a safety deposit box. Inside the box will be all the details you need for the assignment along with a new identity. Good night Hood.” “Night…” Jason sighed, hanging up the phone on the hook, resting his head against the glass above the phone. He couldn't protest the assignment… that just wasn’t how this worked, but the agency should have known how he felt about going back to Gotham, about the dangers of it. They knew that the moment he stepped into that city his cover could be blown, that he could be killed.

New Version

Rain poured down from the sky, no signs of stopping or slowing down anytime soon. The street lights reflecting softly off of the puddles covering the street. It was almost three in the morning, and even in a place as busy as Star City. It seemed as if the life of the city practically died around this late. It was serene, nobody else out on the streets walking, no cars driving by, it was silent aside from the rhythmic patter of rain hitting pavement, the buzzing of streetlamps, and the occasional metal of a car roof. Jason walked down the street, hood pulled over his head, rain pittering against his leather jacket. He went over to a phone booth on the corner of the street in front of a convenience store. The store’s lights off, long since closed for the night though the phone box was lit up. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind himself before dialing in a number. The dialing tone sounded for a few moments before the tell tale sound of someone answering, a click, sounded. Jason rested his head against the cool glass wall of the box, holding the phone loosely to his ear. “Red Hood, checking in,” Jason greeted quietly. “Confirmed, transferring,” a monotone voice responded. There was another click before a new voice spoke. “Good Evening Hood, you’ve been given a new assignment.” “Details?”‌ he asked sighing a bit. “Long-term, undercover, Gotham City. Mission details are sensitive, and can’t be discussed over a phone line, even an encrypted one. All additional mission information will be sent in a secure package. The package will have all the details you need on your assignment, identity, and cover.” “Gotham?” “Yes Hood, the agency understands your reluctance but believes you’re the best fit. Good luck and good night, we’ll be cutting down to check ins every month to avoid suspicion.” “Thank you, and of course, good night.” Jason practically slammed the phone back on its receiver. Fucking Gotham.

Undercover Assignment is being discontinued and rewritten/rebooted.

I'm keeping it up on AO3 marked as Old Version. But it's being completely rewritten for 2 main reasons

I can't remember the original plan and plotline I had for it

More importantly it's unclear within the fic what the point is

Funniest error of all was within chapter 2, where I don't explain what Jason's mission is and the only place it is actually mention it is in the fic summary

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sleepless-stories · 13 days

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Undercover Assignment is being discontinued and rewritten/rebooted.

I'm keeping it up on AO3 marked as Old Version. But it's being completely rewritten for 2 main reasons

I can't remember the original plan and plotline I had for it

More importantly it's unclear within the fic what the point is

Funniest error of all was within chapter 2, where I don't explain what Jason's mission is and the only place it is actually mention it is in the fic summary

#Fic Update notice

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sleepless-stories · 13 days

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Real reason this is sleepless stories isn't because you're losing sleep over them, no no... I am.

I frequently write and post well past midnight

#maybe it's the sleep deprivation that makes them all that much better

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sleepless-stories · 13 days

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So had a fic idea for ORV, may write when I finish the entire novel.

Basically a journalist survives through the scenarios and everything.

The entire time they're writing articles and news like stories based off what is happening. They're just giving reports on what is going on in each scenario, all in a news like structure / AP style (my be-loathed).

But some how they're surviving everything weirdly enough.

Well as time goes on and they go through the scenarios you can tell through the writing structure that despite surviving they're not doing great.

The first few chapters written within the news structure though after awhile it starts falling apart becoming more journal like entries. Maybe later on turning more into less and less words just describing the horrors. Clearly losing hope the longer they survive through everything.

Kind of Following that joke of the camera man never dies, the journalist will never die even if they should of

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #ORV #ORV fanfic idea #This fic would be fun for me to do angst #but also practicing AP style while destroying a character mentally

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FIC UPDATED

Current Chapter Count: 11

Word Count: 11,346

Salvation From This Game’s Convoluted Plot

Summary:

Streamer Yoo Joonghyuk is playing a new game called Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse, and he can't understand it after only a few hours of playing. When a chatter recommends he watches a video by Salvation on the associated Book's plot to hopefully help him with the game, he starts to become more interested. Both in the game, and Salvation who apparently can't properly work a camera.

Kim Dokja is planning on making a video to follow up a previous one he made based off the book Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse, this time talking about the game. He's recommended the streamer Supreme King to find out more about the game and finds himself interested in this streamer who seems to care more about quickly finishing quests and skipping dialogue more than the game's actual plot.

⚠️Warnings:

Currently None, could be subject to change

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sleepless-stories · 2 months

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Salvation From This Game’s Convoluted Plot

Summary:

⚠️Warnings:

Currently None, could be subject to change

#orv fanfic #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv kdj #kim dokja orv #yoo joonghyuk orv #orv yjh

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sleepless-stories · 2 months

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See You Again Before I Die

Summary:

Kim Dokja for the longest time has had horrible luck leading to his own repetitive demise. Though he always manages to come back, he can't seem to die permanently. The few times he manages to evade death Yoo Joonghyuk is always there to save him. Yoo Jooghyuk seems to show up miraculously when Kim Dokja needs to be saved.

Though just as Kim Dokja is cursed to die, Yoo Jooghyuk is cursed to forget him.

⚠️Warnings:

Blood / Injury, Death, Memory Loss, Suicide, Murder

Status: Completed

#orv fanfic #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja orv #Yoo Joonghyuk orv #joongdok

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sleepless-stories · 2 months

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Damn you’re hot, but is that the trauma or drugs?

Summary:

Waking up Durge can't remember anything, all they know is they were possibly drugged, and that there is blood on their hands. Finding themself in an industrial building Durge needs to remember what happened and figure out where the fuck they are. Though they're not the only one.

Modern Fantasy Retelling of BG3

But instead of illithid worms and world ending consequences, everyone was drugged and just wants to go home. World ending consequences is not being able to go on the internet for a week.

⚠️Warnings:

blood/injury, memory loss, drugs

Ao3 link below

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #durge fanfic #bg3 durge

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sleepless-stories · 8 months

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Who's Your Daddy~~

Summary: You X Harry Styles X Pedro Pascal You are an actor, and much more. Pedro is your hotty daddy costar in a new up and coming movie. And Harry Styles is your past Ex

Warnings: Mischaracterization of everyone, vague smut, blood play (Mild), incest implied?, varying descriptions of Harry Styles eye color

DISCLAIMER: I fucking hate this and it's all a joke.... please help it's the first thing I've written in almost a year

You are a Hollywood actor, model, millionaire, and trapeze artist. Recently you broke up with your long but short time boyfriend, Harry Styles. Together you were a power couple for two to three weeks. Sadly you broke up over beliefs on animal sentience. It was harrowing, so, so sad.

Anyway! This week you finally got a new gig, in an upcoming blockbuster, box office shattering, but box office bombing movie! And you’ve managed to get the lead role! Today’s the day you’re going into the studio for script reading.

You get up bright and early, at 3am. A red glow filling your apartment with warmth and love, glancing over you see your small but life sized night light of Pedro Pascal’s beautiful, daddy material, face. Slowly but sensually you get up from your bed, violently tossing your covers to the floor. Turning on your overhead light, brightness fills your room. Your room isn’t large, but it isn’t small either. Your bed sits up against a corner, bright colored sheets that fall somewhere on the color spectrum cover your bed. Your walls, a lovely, pale yet bright color, covered in posters of your absolute Idol. Your idol over course, Pedro Pascal. Some ripped remains of old posters are also still tacked up against your walls… posters of your previous love, though he shouldn’t be named after what he did to you. You open your closet up grabbing the perfect outfit for the day, a heavy, light but dark colored cropped sweater, booty shorts with neon glittery letters saying “baby” on the ass, and thigh high but knee length boots. Putting it on you feel ready to slay the day away. You do your hair and your minimal face routine before eating a small but large and filling meal, first of many meals of the day. You sit down on your comfy but rather hard couch, pulling out your ambiguously branded phone. Unlocking it you quickly open your favorite but least liked app, Tinder™, ready to swipe your minutes away mostly to the left because nobody meets your high but low maintenance standards.

Minutes then hours pass by, in a breeze that’s going a mild 5 mph or 8 kmh. Soon, but after a while it finally turned 12pm. Putting your phone on its unplugged charger, you carefully grab your coat and start preparing for your script reading at 11am. Leaving now you’d probably be early by about forty two minutes.

You head out the door of your one story, single person, not rented, high rise apartment complex. Getting into your luxury but not exactly economy class Lotus Evija. Driving a moderate speed equal to the speed limit, but much under. You arrive at the perfect time of 10:09 am. Many people were arriving, though almost nobody was at the studio yet.

Getting out of your car you head into the studio building, finding your way to the conference room the table reading would be performed in. The moment you open up the glass, clearly see through the door, that is too clear to be able to fully see through, you notice him. Pedro Pascal sits in, but not on, one of the chairs at the long conference table… and he is looking as, good… no! great! Perfect! As ever. His looks are so effortless but highly maintained as ever. Delicately you trip into the room falling onto your face immediately. A hand grabs your shoulder, gently helping pull you up from the floor, and there… standing before you… Is someone you’ve never seen before, they were… ok looking? In their stupid floral, plaid, striped, polka dotted, rainbow colored, outfit. They were certainly no Pedro Pascal.

You stand gently but very obviously pushing the person away, “um thanks, but keep your…” you glance over them again before frowning, “hands off of me… I’m trying to stay looking good.”

“Well… It’s fine, you’re looking rather beautiful/handsome.”

“Awe thank you, you’re looking like a solid three.”

“Wow, thank you for that, I was feeling like a two this morning but with your compliment I’m feeling more like a four.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now.” You smile sweetly patting the other’s head before pulling out a chair and sitting down. You just so happened to pick the chair right next to Pedro’s out of all 10 of the open chairs.

Pedro turns to you smiling perfectly, “Good afternoon, you must be y/n.”

“I am! How-how did you know my name?”

“Oh, well you’re wearing a name tag.”

“OH.” You glance down at your shirt remembering the name tag you had been given before walking into the room before. “Yes… It’s amazing to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ll be acting as your love interest in the movie.”

“My l-love interest?” You quickly grab for the script that sits before you, flipping through the pages of it memorizing every line already thanks to your photographic memory. “There’s some… pretty um in-intimate scenes in this script,” you stutter blushing brightly.

“There do seem to be.” Pedro nodded, opening up the script, “Maybe we’ll have to meet after this to have extra practice with the scripts.”

“Take me away daddy…” You mumble before realizing what you just said. “Shit! I mean sure! Want…Want to maybe d-do it at your place?” You ask blushing rather brightly at the proposition.

Pedro nods, attractively, “Of course. I’ll give you my address. We may take a while to do it, so make sure to bring a bag.”

“I’ll remember. Want to maybe, um, possibly meet up at a restaurant downtown first? We could get dinner and talk before heading to your place to start going over the script and practicing.”

“We’ll go to my favorite restaurant, Hoobee’s House.” Pedro suggested, attractively.

“Oooo that’s so exotic! I’ve never heard of that place.” You agree immediately, if it was his favorite place you just had to go.

“Yeah it’s like if Applebee’s, Hooters, and Waffle House had a threesome.” “Oooo, we should definitely go.”

Pedro nodded and handed you his unlocked phone to have your number put in. Naturally you give him your number, 605–477–3018.

After giving him your number most of the other few, about 30 people walk into the room taking their seats. The script reading begins, you naturally give the best performance anyone had ever heard in their lives, fucking amateurs.

-Timeskip-

The script reading had gone well, it took a few hours but it was all worth it being able to sit so close to Daddy Pascal for hours. You finally got home by the time it was 5 Post Meridiem, quickly you pack a bag of your sexiest outfits and head out to the restaurant. Tossing your bag into the back seat of your Toyota Corolla, you drive over to downtown to see your love.

You park on the sidewalk, blocking a door to a local orphanage, firehouse, combo. You get out of the exotic supercar and start to walk down the street.

“Y/N!”

You hear your name, but don’t turn, because of how grossly famous you are. It’s probably paparazzi and fans like always.

A hand suddenly grabs your arm, but it’s not startling, it feels almost familiar… You turn facing the other. The world feels like it slows down for a moment as you look into his eyes. It’s like you’re the only two people in the world for a few moments.

You lean a bit closer to him, whispering in a quiet but sensual tone, “Animals aren’t fucking sentient.”

“I’m Harry Styles,” your famous ex responds.

You stand there, with Harry’s hand on your forearm, looking into his beautiful eyes that remind you of wet dirt after a hurricane.

“I… what are you doing here? Don’t you live in Australia?”

“I just missed you, I couldn’t live without you, Y/N. Please, I’m sorry! I’ll agree animals have no souls, for you love.”

“Y/N?” another voice calls out, this voice very distinctly… Daddy.

You turn to see… Pedro Pascal. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be late.”

“No it’s fine… you’re an hour early, I’m the one who was late.”

“Who is this?” Harry asks. He’s staring at Pedro with his glowing orbs that remind you of the clouds on a sunny afternoon day during a horrible tornado. He looks almost entranced… he looks at Pedro with more love than he’s ever stared at you with.

“Well, I’m Pedro Pascal.”

“Daddy,” you cough out, under your breath.

“I’m Harry Styles.”

Harry lets go of your arm stepping closer to Pedro, holding out his hand. “It’s enchanting to meet you.”

The two men shake hands, standing a bit closer than necessary, staring into each other's eyes as their hands are firmly grasped together. Harry’s eyes looking almost like crushed starlight before a supernova, Pedro’s eyes looking… attractive.

“Y/N, would you be ok if we all skipped dinner. We could eat back at my place.” Pedro suggested.

Well you had heard that Pedro was a decent chef, no articles had ever mentioned him burning down a kitchen before. “Sure! I’d love that!” you agree without hesitation.

Everyone went back down the street, getting into your Ford Focus. Pedro gave directions as you drove to his mansion.

Pedro’s house was ginormous, though rather modest and quaint. The place was covered in gold and marble.

As soon as the car was parked Pedro pulled you and Harry into the house immediately, shutting the door behind you both once inside.

Suddenly without even realizing it all three of you were in Pedro’s bed, a small Alaskan king.

Clothes were gone.

You laid there beneath the two, looking at them sexually. You look up seeing Harry’s voluptuous disks of burning camembert cubes inside of a blackhole. Then there’s Pedro Pascal, “daddy,” you accidentally let slip out as you stare at his large sexy deep nose pores.

“Oh what’s that you called me?” Pedro asks you, his voice full of attraction.

You are about to respond when you feel something very… distinct enter you. Only a moan leaves you. Your eyes shut focusing on the feeling, though moments after when you open them all you see is Harry and Daddy Pascal making out, erotically.

As you watch them the pleasure continues to build up, something wet starts dripping down… your face.

Harry’s hand gently glides under your nose, his hand pulls away covered in your blood. He stares down at you with his beautiful pools of oceanic eyes during a volcanic explosion. Slowly he starts licking your blood off of his hand, eyes closed in pleasure as he cleans the blood of your nose off of his delicate fingers.

You gasp watching, your nose gushing a bit more. Though soon more than that gushes.

The three of you soon lay there on the bed, cuddled up close together under the covers. Daddy Pascal holding you close and gently running his hand through your hair.

“Thank you, daddy… and Harry.” you whisper.

Though suddenly you start to hear a familiar song, backstreet boys… Your mother is calling.

The Caller ID reads: Kris Jenner.

Pedro happens to see it as he reaches for your phone to hand it to you, and he suddenly freezes. “Kris?”

“Oh, well that’s my mom,” you explain reaching for the phone out of his hand.

“How old are you?”

“I’m…”

Pedro nods, releasing your phone, “I think I’m… your father.”

“Oh… well I guess you really are a daddy then.”

“I guess I certainly am.” Pedro smirks, kissing you carnally before he leans over you, kissing Harry too in a passionate manner. “I also suppose this was wonderful practice for our movie.”

#x reader #pedro pascal #harry styles #crack fic #real person fiction #reader insert #not a serious post #horrible descriptions of eyes

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Past WIP Idea #2

The Joker - DC Comics/Batman

Joker, nobody knew where he came from but he simply appeared one day to go against the Batman

With every hero that comes about several villains are made and appear. Some villains have no need for backstory or reasoning to be evil other than they wish to

some believe joker crawled out of the darkness, the shadows, was born from chaos itself

Created by chaos to keep order with Batman coming out to destroy evil for what is good without evil

Where did joker come from, how did the city react, not the citizens. The city.

Joker his laughs echoed through the city stiking fear into the hearts of all, carried on the winds between buildings when that sound was heard everyone knew, hide

#dc comics #dc fandom #dc fanfic #batman #batman fandom #joker #dc joker #batman joker #joker fanfiction

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sleepless-stories · 1 year

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Past WIP Idea #1

The Shika Files - BOTW

Thoughts or notes from Link starting from when he wakes up 100 years in the future with no memories (based off cut scenes and quests)

“It seems everyone knows who I am… and yet I barely know myself. They tell me what I have to do, what I can do, what i should be doing… but I’m not sure I’ll be able to. I’m sorry Zelda. But I don’t think I’m the one you believe in… or at least not any more.”

goes up until after his fight with Ganon and meeting Zelda again, slowly learning who he was and remembering but also realizing that he can’t be who he was and that he’s changed

the pressure of being the hero weighing down harder on him than before with everyone’s expectations and the time restraints.

#legend of zelda #loz botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda breath of the wild #loz link #loz fanfic #botw fanfic

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sleepless-stories · 1 year

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His mother fell from the shot, blood seeping from her wound. She touched it staining her hand red

“Mom!” The boy yelled running to her side

She lifted her hand putting it on his cheek softly, smearing her blood on his face

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He looked himself in the mirror, he saw a flash of him younger, his mothers blood staining his cheek. He shook his head taking a deep breath and popped some pain pills.

His back aches from the other night, bruises and scares marred his almost perfect skin. A fresh stab wound in his side he could explain away with yet another lie.

But really that was what his life was built on, lies and deceptions.

He wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t what the public believed. He wasn’t even sure if he was what he thought he was either.

Was he Bruce? Was he Brucie? Was he Mr. Wayne…. Was he Batman?

He couldn’t be all of them….

But maybe he was none of them… he was nothing. At this point a shell of what he once believed and wished.

#Batman #bruce wayne #batman fanfiction #dc comics #bruce wayne fanfiction #I don’t know how to tag #this I’ve had in my notes for awhile so decided to add to it and post

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sleepless-stories · 1 year

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New Fics

Not completely back yet to writing fanfiction, definitely going to have inconsistent posting schedules but I did end up writing these two fics recently and posted them on AO3

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Undercover Assignment

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43442059

Jason, an undercover agent going by the code name Red Hood, is put on a new assignment involving him to have to go to Gotham. He's to figure out the identity of the members of The Bats, a supposably secret, private “protection” agency running in Gotham. Even if going to Gotham means certain doom to him and the possibility of his own death. It's orders and he has an assignment.

Taking On The Darkness

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43660786

With her knight down and powers finally awoken, Zelda must do what she must to keep the darkness at bay.

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sleepless-stories · 2 years

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Falling Through AUs || Master Post

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Falling Through AUs, all chapters

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Fic art by, @pompomqt Chapter 2 art by, @windowsillwren

#falling through aus

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sleepless-stories · 2 years

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Call For Help || Master Post

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A Call For Help, All Chapters

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Roman/Remus Masks

#A CALL FOR HELP

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sleepless-stories · 2 years

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Falling Through AUs || 7

Is This What’s Real?

AO3 Link

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

@sandersidesbigbang

Summary: Everyone wakes up finding themselves all back on the ship... but are they? or is this just another scene? What happened?

Warnings: None

Beta Read By: @dragonsaphirareads

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Bright lights suddenly faded around them, the familiar surroundings of the metallic ship cabin stood around everyone.

Roman gasped looking around noticing he was back in the ship… well they all were. Everyone was still there sitting where they had been before. It was like nothing had ever happened.

Remus stood up from his seat and went over to the viewing panel, “Guys… it’s gone.”

“What? How?” Logan asked confused before turning to his computer. Looking over the readings… he had nothing at all. “It’s like it was never there before.” Logan said quietly looking back at the others.

“TS Star Shield, Please come in. This is mission control.” A voice crackled through the communicator.

Roman instantly turned to it grabbing his mic, “Hello! Hello? This is Captain Prince of the TS Star Shield.”

“We received your distress calls, what is your status?” the voice on the other side asked with an urgency.

“Everything looks clear, the anomaly has mysteriously went away after we went through it.”

“Is your crew all well and unharmed?”

“Everyone who couldn’t evacuate isn’t hurt and all are accounted for. Everyone else was able to evacuate beforehand.”

“Ok… Ok.” The voice said, relieved and went quiet for a moment. “All of your escape pods have been secured by another ship, they just reported in now. We’ll be sending someone to receive all of you soon.”

“Thank you, we’ll send out our coordinates.”

“There will be no need, we have them now. Just sit tight and you’ll be brought home soon. We’ll see you back at mission control soon Captain.”

“Thank you, me and my crew will see you soon.” Roman said softly and put down his communicator. He sighed, turning to everyone else with a reassuring smile.

After a moment roman’s smile dropped and he paused, his lips pressed tight together in thought before speaking up, “Um… anyone experienced something… weird after we went into that thing.”

Patton nodded softly, rubbing his arm softly. “Yeah… it felt so real… but it couldn’t have been.”

Logan nodded, “We were all monster hunters.”

“Virgil died, Remus was a detective, Roman was a cop… Logan worked as a medical examiner and Patton worked at a club,” Janus mumbled.

“I was alone in a world after a zombie apocalypse till I found you all,” Virgil replied, sitting back a bit.

“I was a superhero, and Logan was a villain destroying the city,” Patton said looking at logan.

Roman nodded, “Me and Remus were-”

“We were in a coffee shop, you all were customers. But! Logan worked there,” Remus said, cutting Roman off.

Logan nodded, “it’s interesting that we all seemed to experience something different.”

“There was probably a meaning to it all… otherwise why would we all end up where we did?” Janus asked.

Roman nodded, “The coffee shop me and Remus were at was from our memories.”

“I think mine was about… fear,” Virgil said after thinking for a moment.

Patton nodded, “I think mine was too.”

Janus nodded, “Mine was about solving Virgil’s murder… what if what we went through was just connected to our fears and motivations?”

“Makes sense, I suppose… I’m not completely sure of the meaning of mine yet, though I’ll report when I figure it out” Logan stood up from his chair going to the window looking out.

“Ours had to be about all of you, family,” Remus nodded.

“Why would this… anomaly show us those things though?” Logan asked, glancing back at everyone.

Everyone was silent for a moment, Virgil was the first to break the silence though, “Maybe it wasn’t the anomaly to show it… maybe it just influenced us a bit. The unknown that it brought let our minds run wild with our instincts whether it be fears or motivations. The anomaly probably just knocked us all out.”

Logan nodded, “Interesting theory… though what about Roman and Remus.:

“Oh they’re twins! So wacky stuff happens! Can’t twins read each other’s minds?” Patton asked.

“No-” Roman began to answer though was cut off.

“Yes!” Remus nodded, “We can.”

Janus rolled his eyes and turned around towards his computer, “We will be able to figure it out once mission control picks us up.”

Logan nodded, “Of course we will be able to.”

Virgil sighed, “Well we have no choice but wait to figure everything out till they come. The ship isn’t moving, both engines are experiencing failure.”

“They’ll be here to help us.” Patton nodded looking out the window at the stars beyond.

Remus nodded, “Well let's get ready to go. It’s about time for us all to evacuate.” He grinned.

They’d be safe till mission control came, and eventually they’d be able to figure out what their mysterious anomaly was.

END

#space au #tssbb 2022 #sanders sides fic #sanders sides #sanders sides big bang 2022 #thomas sanders sides 2022 #roman sanders #ts roman #remus sanders #ts remus #ts logan #logan sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #ts janus #Janus Sanders #virgil sanders #ts virgil

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