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judeschoices · 2 years

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How Far We’ve Come

Because I miss one hardass, but softie for MC, Elijah Sipes.

Book: Wake The Dead

Pairing: Elijah Sipes x Judith Archer (Black Female MC)

Rating: T (Teens)

Tags: Future-Based, Reflecting, Fluff, Mentions of violence

Summary: It’s been a year since Olympus has been founded and survived the 7-Year Surge. Judith found it nearly impossible to sleep and Eli finds it uncomfortable without her sleeping next to him. So the two of them reflected on the events that lead them to this very moment. Together at last, under the sparkling night sky.

“You should be sleeping.” Honey-brown eyes glanced over a moon-kissed shoulder, regarding the towering man silently before turning back to look at the full moon. Eli walked up silently before sitting behind the young woman on the window sill, wrapping his arms around her.

“I could say the same for you,” Judith responded softly under her breath, eyes never leaving the celestial bodies in the sky. Eli gently squeezed her closer, pressing his chest along the length of her back.

“I woke up when I realized you weren’t next to me,” he mumbled against the soft skin of her shoulder. Eli could feel the vibration of her gentle laugh against his lips.

“It’s funny that you say that. I was just thinking about how far we’ve come. I bet over a year ago, you couldn’t imagine hearing yourself say that. Especially since you threatened to kill me to prevent trouble coming to your doorstep,” she replied. The older man shook his head with a chuckle.

“Being alone was all I knew. With a face like yours, you were bound to bring all sorts of trouble to my life.” She raised a brow at this.

“A face like mine?”

“I always found you to be beautiful… your eyes were what drew me in the most. Even in the dark, they seem to shine like two suns. They’re captivating… you are captivating… but I couldn’t let that deter me or my focus on surviving.” A sharp canine gently wore down on her bottom lip as Judith felt a blush warm her cheeks.

Eli was a man of a few words… but when he spoke, he made them count. Usually, he’ll be short, blunt, and to the point. She knew he wouldn’t become a waxing poetic to just anyone.

“I didn’t realize you thought that way, Eli,” she whispered softly. Eli nuzzled her neck affectionately, squeezing her close.

“I did… even though part of me wanted to keep you at a distance… I’m glad I didn’t. I don’t regret a moment we shared together,” he mumbled softly against her pulse. Eli could feel the shudder run across the warm body in his arms.

“Not…not even that day at the carnival,” she asked shyly. Eli surprised Judith by giving her a rare smile.

“Not at all…” She turned to face him properly, slender fingers dancing over the healed bite mark adorning his neck.

“I find that hard to believe, especially after you got bitten,” she said. The memory of the drone sinking its disgusting teeth into Eli’s skin was something that Judith would never forget. She could’ve lost the man she developed feelings for long before she was ready to confess. Before seeing if there was a remote chance of them exploring what these feelings meant. Where they could possibly lead...

A larger hand reached up to cover her own, dark hazel eyes looking directly into hardened amber ones. Judith blinked as if she was coming back to herself. Eli met her gaze with steady determination.

“I would be a liar and say that I didn’t berate myself that day. I kissed you even though I told myself to stay away from you. You kept me alive even though you knew the rule of what happens when someone gets bit. I almost killed you because you refused to kill me…” Eli fell quiet for a moment, taking in the face of the woman who wiggled her way into his heavily guarded heart.

Judith was a beautiful young woman, Eli would have to be dead not to notice. Bright-colored eyes that turn into molten gold under the natural lighting. A diamond-shaped face softened the plump curve of her cheeks. A cute nose that would wrinkle at anyone who annoyed or sassed her. Full dark brows that would communicate at least 60% of her answers. Full lips that held a particular sweetness that Eli just can’t get enough of. Long ombré colored locs that would tumble over her shoulders and upper back. Dark brown skin marred by battle scars, but still soft and warm to the touch.

“But I couldn’t find in myself to regret being with you. Not then, not now, not ever.” Judith let out a shaky breath at his confession, cheeks flushing in a deep red.

“I... don’t regret taking a chance on you either,” she said quietly, forcing herself to hold his gaze.

Judith has never really experienced love or romantic feelings before. No one at the Tower really interested her and the guys there seem to find it a fun sport of bad mouthing her and calling her all types of racial slurs. Jaime would step in and threaten to break their teeth in if she ever caught them harassing her but Judith tried to block them out and ignore them whenever she wasn’t around.

It was the apocalypse, she couldn’t really see herself being with someone and having a family of her own.

That was of course until she met Eli.

It was unconventional.

Her Knight in Army-clad armor was quick to aim his arrow at her heart after he saved her and her friends from being devoured by zombies. Even with his steely gaze, Judith couldn’t help but admire his eyes. At first, she thought he had brown eyes until she saw him in proper lighting. Flashes of green appeared in his iris, reminding her of the forest surrounding his cabin.

And Judith had eyes. She would have to be a zombie not to notice how handsome Eli was.

Dark hazel eyes framed by long dark lashes. Full brows that framed his eyes and face structure perfectly. Full lips that stuck out no matter how much he frowned or scowled. The facial hair outlined his strong jawline. The small scars that decorated his face. Even with his dark wavy hair outfitted in a mohawk that Judith never fully understood.

Don’t get her started on his body. Judith has been lifted up by Eli several times, mainly to save her ass from a zombie trying to eat her. But it never fails to make her secretly blush at how easily he’s able to do so.

But Eli was more than a handsome face with a fit body. He was a source of comfort for her. Even though he helped Dirk drag her awhile from Jaime, he expressed many times he understood her. That he truly saw her, no matter how hard she tried to hide behind a reassuring smile.

He just seems to get her. And it seemed natural for her to get him too…

”I do admit, I’m glad you said that. I know I didn’t make it easy to get close.” Judith smiled, before pecking his lips.

”Some things in life are never easy. That’s why they’re worthwhile,” she whispered. Eli’s tongue swiped over his lips, eyes dark with intent. He leaned in, pressing his lips against Judith’s soft ones.

The young woman let out a soft sigh through her nose, parting her lips for Eli to get a deeper taste. The man let out an answering groan when the familiar taste of her ignited his senses. The two shared a small battle before Judith submitted to Eli’s building desire.

It was when he moved from her lips to her neck that she gave a little jump.

“Oh!” Eli immediately stopped upon hearing her, brows creased with worry.

“What is it,” he asked, body wounded up tight as if he was ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice. Judith let out a small laugh.

“I think our little one is trying to tell you to give me a break. I don’t think they appreciate your passionate actions last night as I did,” she teased, gaze turning down to her extended belly. Eli relaxed at this, giving a small smile. His large rugged hands trailed down to Judith’s stomach, rubbing it soothingly.

“My apologies, little one. I didn’t mean to wake you up last night,” he said to his unborn child. Judith loved seeing this softer side of Eli, especially when he interacted with the baby growing inside her.

Their baby.

“You’re lucky that you’re not carrying them. They gave me hell over it almost the entire day today,” she snorted before wincing a bit when a tiny foot pushed against her skin. Eli ran his hand over the spot, soothing the child living her stomach before leaving a kiss beneath her ear as an apology.

“I’m glad I’m not, but that doesn’t mean I don’t admire you for doing so. You’re so strong for doing this. Something our kid seems to demonstrate already,” he whispered. There was a brief pause before Eli spoke again.

“What gender do you think our baby is?” Judith took on a thoughtful expression.

“I think it’s a boy, personally,” she answered, entwining her fingers with Eli’s. The man smiled.

“Interesting, I was thinking the same thing… would you be disappointed if we had a girl instead?” Judith shook her head.

“No, not at all. If we did have a girl, she would probably be a badass like her mama,” she replied with a smirk. Eli rolled his eyes before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Hopefully our kid wouldn’t inherit your ability to throw yourself head first into danger.”

“Hey!” Eli laughed at the woman’s offended cry. He pecked her lips before looking into her eyes.

“Though I do hope they inherit your eyes… that beautiful honey brown that would shine even in the darkest of nights.” Judith fought back the blush that threatened to burn her face. Damn Eli’s ability to tease her and make her feel like mush in less than a minute…

“Our kid is gonna be beautiful. They have the finest parents around after all,” she said with a wink. Eli let out an amused hum before dropping his gaze to her belly.

“Thought of any names?”

“Yeah… Kayden David Sipes for a boy and Preach Jaime Sipes for a girl.” Eli squeezed his love close.

“They would be honored to hear that, you know?” Judith looked into Eli’s dark hazel eyes.

“I know… and they would be proud to see how far we came. Together as a couple. I love you, Elijah.”

“I love you too, Judith Lupa Sipes…”

#choices #choices fanfic #wake the dead #wtd #eli sipes #elijah sipes #wake the dead mc #wtd mc #judith archer #eli x judith #fluff #wake the dead eli #wake the dead eli sipes

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becca-davenqueer · 2 years

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WTD but I try to make the MC on the cover

#choices edit #wake the dead #choices stories you play #choices stories we play #choices #playchoices #choices wake the dead #choices wtd #wtd mc #choices cover #choices edits #bdq edits

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harbingerofdespair · 1 year

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Still bitter about Cassidy dying. She was the one I wanted to be a LI

#playchoices #choices #pixelberry #choices stories you play #wake the dead #choices wtd #wtd mc #Cassidy wake the dead #Cassidy wtd #mc

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robotchooses · 1 year

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#wtd #wtd troy #wtd mc #wtd troy x mc

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itlovesinthewoods · 8 months

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Ranking the MCs by who pulled the most bitches

(I will only be doing those with 5/+ LIs otherwise this thing would've gotten way too long. Feel free to correct me if I missed someone, which I probably have considering I haven't read all these books and took some stuff from wiki. I will also be taking ILW as canon for this list)

5) TH:M/WtD

Pulled five bitches with the power of having a fine booty and good personality, you either want them or want to be them

4) PM/AtV/RCD/TF/ILW

Have 5 people ready to drop down on one knee but that didn't stop them from keeping a few side hoes. Had Nathan been an actual LI, TF!MC would've been higher.

3) TCATF

Queen Kenna Rys of Stormholt, I am so sorry for not putting you on the top of this list. Unfortunately, she was more busy cutting bitches than pulling them. Yet, without even trying, she still managed to get 6 (6!!!) super fine LIs who will and have proven that they'd die and kill for her. Plus half the fandom simps for her (as they should!). She's third on the list but first in our hearts<33

2) AME/BOLAS

Not only do they have 6 (6!!!) super sexy people at their beck and call but also have the power of seduction in spades which they are not afraid to use. They've proven that they can pull any bitch they desire. Good thing they're morally good (or not as evil as they could've been AME!MC's case) otherwise they could've caused wars over their sex appeal

1) ILITW

Even without taking ILW as canon, ILITW!MC would still be on this list. But taking it as canon? God does this MC pull bitches. They have 7 LIs, having pulled almost every single person in their friend group, excluding their lesbian bestie. They're all so in love with them (as they should be!! They're the MC of all-time) that even if they became an eldritch horror-esqe shadow monster, their LIs would still fuck them (as they should!!)

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lilyoffandoms · 4 months

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Eli x MC by @rosefuckinggenius

I gifted this as part of the fandom gift exchange organized by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd. I’m not sure it was ever shared (which is totally okay) but I wanna share it because it’s gorgeous and Rose deserves all the love and praise!!!

#choices wtd #playchoices #choices wake the dead #eli sipes #eli sipes x mc #fanartists are the best #my commission #do not repost #do not tag as you oc/mc #do not claim as your own

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gaiuskamilah · 14 days

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#rkgk #playchoices #wake the dead #wtd #eli sipes #eli sipes x mc #eli x rex

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fairymatchmaker · 7 months

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🏹SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST

CHOICES - Wake the Dead🧟🧟‍♀️

F!MC and M!MC with Brynn

@choicesficwriterscreations

Zombies are perfect for Halloween but in a form of angst and despair😅

one of my favorite fan arts I've done aside from COP arts. Hopefully I can draw some fan arts for BoLaS too 🥲

A repost from Instagram with some adjustments, again.

Characters from @playchoices

#choices fan art #playchoices fan art #choices wake the dead fan art #choices wtd #choices wake the dead #wake the dead choices #choices wake the dead mc #choices wake the dead brynn #wake the dead mc #wake the the dead brynn #fan art #digital art #my art #guhitnijoy #guhitnijoy on tumblr

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mamacat1409 · 1 year

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☆ My Art Commission ☆

Painted by IG @/tiaranwr_

Eli Sipes & My MC: Micah Kei

Book: Wake the Dead

Original character belongs to: @playchoices

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missameliep · 2 years

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Safe - Chapter 4: Hope is a weird thing

Book: Wake the Dead

Characters: Troy Hassan; Brynn and Malia Jones.

Rating: M (see notes bellow)

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Troy Hassan reminisces about his childhood, life at the Tower and hopeful days, when he was gifted friendship and love.

Notes:

English is not my first language;

Troy Hassan and Brynn belong to Pixelberry;

Pre-WTD events;

I threw canon through the window, I had written this part already when I read the last chapter and I'm actively ignoring how Troy and MC met and keeping my version because it fits the plot and the relationship better;

Just like the book, the entire series is rated M because of triggering subjects: throughout there are mentions of death, trauma and violence compliant to canon; readers discretion advised.

The sisters who were rescued by the scouts’ team were finally cleared and joined the other kids at the collective room. Brynn and Malia were their names. At bedtime, they huddled in the upper berth assigned for the eldest of them. They were ten and five years old, and wary of loud noises like him. Many kids at the Tower were not. Why would they be? They were brought to the colony before the outbreak, their eyes never contemplated what happened to the outside world or the face of a real zombie. They fear zombies in theory as much as they fear dragons, and Troy is almost sure the latter are not real.

Malia, the younger sister, didn’t speak for days and quietly followed her sister like a shadow.

“Trauma”, a doctor said one morning scribbling down on some paper when all the orphaned children were queued and examined.

Troy didn’t know what trauma meant and assumed it was a disease common in this New World, considering how many times the word flies from the doctors’ mouths.

Late at night, after most kids were fast asleep, whisperings were heard coming from the berth across from his. Malia spoke in the lowest tone possible to her older sister.

Sisters always speak to each other, don’t they?

It appears so.

Troy listened to them, Brynn’s voice morphed into a calm and affectionate tone lulling her little sister.

He wished he had a sister too. Or a brother.

Brynn smiled when Troy got closer to her sister one morning after breakfast and handed an improvised doll made from a piece of cloth and rubbish discarded by the scavengers. It was the best he could do with the material found and his limited manual abilities. In fact, it was hideous. He thought about throwing it away and almost dropped the idea entirely half-way from the door to the place the two girls were sitting together.

But perhaps they could laugh about it? Laughing is good.

“It’s a doll,” he said holding the hideous thing in front of the little girl’s face. “For you.”

Malia stared at it in awe and thanked him not with words – it would take a few more attempts until she finally spoke to him –, but with her eyes and a wide smile.

They would be friends; he knew that ever since.

And Troy was right.

They became inseparable.

So far, their friendship outlasted that excuse of a doll she carried around.

The Jones’ sisters quickly became Troy’s favorite people.

In fact, they became sort of his family.

Unlike Troy, Brynn is quiet and far too no-nonsense for a ten-year-old. Seldom one would see a smile and any happiness transpire, making her warm brown skin glow – he’s one of the few who had the privilege. Some older kids say she is one of the prettiest girls in the colony, but she prefers to ignore that sort of attention. Most of the time, she keeps to herself. Miss Little Goody Two-Shoes. Discreet. Resourceful. Loyal. Tough. The toughest person to have around. She will do anything for Malia; and so much more than Troy deserves to keep him out of trouble.

Troy became Brynn’s little brother. Sort of. She'd never admit it out loud.

Even when he and Malia started getting into too much trouble, despite her sister’s warnings, Brynn did not turn her back on him. Often, he would be in the receiving end of Brynn’s glares and scolds, but he doesn’t mind if she is hard on him, because it means she cares. She wants to protect Malia, and he gets that. If he had a sister or a brother, he would do that too.

Troy is two weeks older than Malia, but she’s taller, better at hide-and-seek and, despite the physical resemblance, she's nothing like her sister Brynn. Malia is her own person. Clever. Effortlessly funny. Whenever she’s around, you’ll laugh until your tummy aches. Kindhearted. Despite repeating she does it for personal gain, she loves drawing the residents of the colony. Their gratitude makes her emotional and he knows how many sheets of the little notebook she carries around were spent on perfectioning the portrait of Mrs. Gonzales and her son Willie, who got bitten by a drone on his first mission as a scout. Malia didn’t charge for it and her eyes glistened with tears afterwards, which she fiercely denied and tried to divert the subject with a game of tag.

Once she found her tongue, Malia could speak almost as much as Troy. She’s a big mouth, that’s for sure, and never knows when to shut up no matter how many times she gets into trouble. So full of opinions. He loves it about her, how she always speaks her mind and always keeps her head up. Unlike him. In fact, he loves many things about her, even the annoying things she does or how awful her musical taste is.

Malia doesn’t remember much from the Old World; she doesn’t remember her dads, the two old retrievers her sister misses deeply or their house. Therefore, her world is Brynn and Brynn alone.

As time went by, however, it seems that it expanded to include Troy, which made him happy – as much as a boy living the end of the world could be.

From the stories he heard, the Tower used to be some sort of secret military facility, and in the first months after the outbreak most who lived there were the military and their families, many of which arrived right before the outbreak reached the US. The years changed this and everything else. There was twice as many people living there now, but many more could be welcomed considering all the empty bunks and rooms.

Troy was nine years old when a group of adults arrived at the Tower. They came from some colony at the West looking for shelter after the rainy season.

Amongst the new arrivals was tall and scrawny looking Mr. Lee, with his unkempt beard, quiet voice, and even quieter laugh. The man was in his early forties and used to be some kind of teacher at a big school or something, but now it seemed he was the one who needed to be taught – at least about the ways of the New World and the Tower.

Some people said he went a little crazy after the death of his spouse; others said he was a subversive, whatever that meant.

Troy thought he was the coolest adult around.

Mr. Lee wanted to teach kids about art and music, like it was his mission in life. He loved movies, old Hollywood and told them about musicals. The idea of people singing instead of talking was ridiculous, therefore Troy became obsessed with it and might have started pretending to be the protagonist of his own musical just because… He would sing about everything and nothing at all, and Malia eagerly mimicked this habit simply to annoy the hell out of people, especially Brynn. Good times!

Like most good things, it didn’t last...

With a religious fervor, Mr. Lee proclaimed the beauties of the Old World none of which kids like Troy had seen, and insisted that kids should be taught about it – music, art, history… In one of the assemblies, he shared his ideas. Half the presents booed and used stronger words to shut him up; there was no time to lose with Old World nonsense. The other half remained strangely silent. Later, Troy learned what they feared.

Soon, there were no more assemblies, fewer debates, and plenty new rules.

Why would anyone need the meetings when Marcus Blackstock was such a competent leader? Adults often said this kind of thing to each other and to the kids.

After that evening, Troy cannot remember the last time he saw Mr. Lee. Officially, it was said he had chosen to leave, there were rumours that he was banished… Some were sad for a while, others grateful to have a mouth less to feed, specially one from a troublemaker. Soon he was forgotten, like so many were over the years.

It was not the strangest thing that nobody ever questioned – at least in public – the Tower’s teaching methods: kids learning to fight and survive, the bare minimum of math, writing and reading to be resourceful workers. No one wants you to bring the wrong supplies or drink bleach and miss your shift.

Obedience was taught at school – a lesson lost on him and Malia.

Discipline and punishment go hand in hand in the Tower.

Vigilance increased and the same surveillance cameras pointed at the outside world were installed in the hallways too. Just another toll for Blackstock’s protection.

If you’re following the rules, you need not to worry, right? Who needed privacy or any of those Old World’s fancy schmancy anyways? People need order and protection, they said.

Around that time were implemented new rules and the first orders to destroy every reminiscence from the Old World that was not catalogued as weapon, amno, food, medicine, fuel, or other useful resources in the descriptive list afixed at the supply room Troy started helping when he was eleven.

It was a shame, really.

Troy often looked through the discarded items, searching amidst shredded pictures and ripped albums for something that could have belonged to his family. He did that for years, even after Mr. Deniz told him the scavenger teams never went that far and even if they did, the houses they lived would have probably been looted by now.

But hope is a weird thing, isn’t it?

Watching the rare home-made videos that were smuggled into the Tower, usually mistaken by porn, became something he looked forward to, even if it wasn’t his family. Despite the bad lighting, unflattering angles and people speaking over one another, it was one of those few chances to have a real glimpse at what life used to be like, how people sang at birthday parties or cheered silly things like a little kid who would not fall on their butt.

Going through this stuff made him feel like that dude with the fedora and whip recovering artifacts from ancient times... even though this stuff was from just a few decades ago, plenty of them were as mysterious and unfamiliar as if they were from like Ancient Egypt or something. And did he crave that knowledge? Abso-fucking-lutely!

#playchoices #choices wake the dead #wake the dead fanfic #troy hassan #choices fanfic #wtd troy #wtd fanfic #wtd mc #malia jones (wtd mc)#brynn jones (wtd sister)#pre-canon

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thatawkwardbryce · 3 months

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Dreamworld Catalogue - Encounter

Date: 01/13/20XX

Victim One:

Mark Heathcliff

Suspect:

Cesar Torres

Description of Event:

An employee of Dreamworld Entertainment is invited by a friend visiting town to come over to his work to get a gift. Tape is believed to be edited and or tampered with.

Beginning tape playback…

The video begins with two photos on screen, showing a call playback.

On the right is Cesar Torre’s High School photo, showing him smirking at the camera.

And on the left is Mark Heathcliff’s employee ID photo…he is not smiling and looks bored.

“Hello?”

Mark groggily asks, sounding like he just woke up.

“Heya Mark, are you doing good?”

Cesar asks.

(To make reading easier, we will use shortened names to indicate who is talking.)

MH: “Cesar? Why the fuck are you calling me in the middle of the night?”

CT: “Because I came to visit you but the flight got delayed a lot.”

MH: “Look right now I…what?”

CT: “I just got off my flight and can finally call you.”

MH: “...Did you seriously come here, all the way from Mandela County…just to call me?”

CT: “Of course not. I wanted to come by since I forgot to give you your Christmas Present.”

MH: “You could have just mailed it to me.”

CT: “I know but I didn't want to seem like a jerk and just mail you a gift late.”

MH: “Fine…when are you going to get here?”

CT: “Soon…Mind visiting your work first?”

MH: “What? Why?”

CT: “Come on! It's pretty close to you so you won't have to travel 10 miles just so I can give you your gift. Especially with that snowstorm coming in.”

MH: “...Fine. But if Sara fires me I am sending you home with a drop kick.”

CT: “Alright, mind bringing your old video camera to film? Your sis wants a video to see how you're doing.”

MH: “Fine. Let me just get rea-dydydydydydddddddddd-”

Audio glitches out, as Cesar’s face is replaced with Sara Covetmen's face.

The video cuts to dashcam footage of Mark Heathcliff driving to Dreamworld Entertainment.

Snow covers the streets as the radio plays “Let it Snow” before being interrupted by a Weather alert.

“Please be advised that a snowstorm warning has been issued in Erie County, Huron County, Richland County, Ashfield County, and Knox County. If you live in any of these counties, it is advised to stay indoors, light your fireplaces if you have one, turn on heating machines, and wait out the snowstorm. It is advised to stay off the roads and stay indoors-”

“Fucking Ceaser making me come out to my work during this storm…I hope he stays safe.”

Mark sighs as he turns up the heater in his car and turns off the radio.

The camera skips ahead to Mark arriving at Dreamworld Entertainment Facility. The lights were off but the front door was open.

“Seriously Cesar?”

Mark sighs seeing this.

“I am so fired if Sara finds out about this.”

He says beginning to get out and-

The footage cuts to grainy Security Cam footage of Mark entering the Lobby, taking off the hood of his hoodie as he looks around the area.

“CESAR!” He yells, shining the camera’s light around, over cardboard cutouts of the cast and murals. “Why is it so warm in here…shouldn't the night crew have turned off the heater?”

He says confused as he makes his way to an open door to the stairs, leaving the view of the camera.

It then cuts to footage from earlier, showing Cesar walking around Dreamworld. “Mark!...Mark!” He yells, seemingly looking for Mark despite calling him there, suddenly there's the sound of something falling over, and Cesar investigating, once again leaving the view of the camera.

It cuts back to Mark’s camera, walking around the halls Seaventure as he grumbles. “The minute I find him I am going to-”

“To what, Little Guppy?”

Glory asked, revealing herself hidden under the water. It is unknown what to call what Mark did as the camera shakes a lot as he makes a lot of noise. “AH GAH GHUGH! AH!...Glory can you…not do that?” He sighs, after nearly having 20 heart attacks.

“Sorry.” She giggles a bit as she raises her head above the water. “But who exactly are you looking for?” “My friend, Cesar…soon to be Exfriend when I find him for pulling this joke on me.” He grumbles. “Cesar…l-like the Roman Leader?” She giggles a bit

“Yeah, though more annoying and less leadery.” He chuckles as he looks around. “Seen him?” “Sorry hun. Haven’t seen him all night…but I did hear someone heading to Staract.” She says. “Thank you…Have a good night Glory.” He chuckles with a smile beginning to leave. The footage cuts ahead to Mark making it to Staract. “CESAR! You there?!” He yells as he exits the stairwell. Nothing, just empty halls of Murals of stars, and Pictures of Starlight. “Christ when did it get so cold? It feels like-” He was about to finish…when he heard music coming from the Theatre. “Cesar?” He begins to walk past more murals and paintings, as he walks through the doors to the grand theater, rows and rows of star covered seats empty, spotlights shining onto the stage, and at the center…Cesar, a big grin plastered across his face. “Heya Mark. Glad you could make it.” He says, tilting his head to the side as Mark and the camera stare at him. “Uh yeah…Mind explaining how you set this up-” “Oh, Sara helped me silly! She saw how great an employee you were and wanted to help me.” He chuckles, tilting his head to the other side now. “In fact, your gift is with her backstage right now…all you have to do is come here and get it.” He says, his grin growing. “...Yeah let me just get something real quick.” Mark said, turning around and beginning to walk away.

“That’s not Cesar.” He says to himself as his footsteps are joined by Cesar’s. “Markkkkk~ Come back I have a gift for yooooou~” Cesar says, as Mark goes from walking to running. The footage cuts back to Mark’s Dashcam, pointed still towards the front doors to Dreamworld, As Mark comes out of them with a large gash across his right cheek on his face and missing his hoodie.

“Get the fuck away from me!” He yells, opening the car door and shutting it, beginning to try and start it as distorted lobby music is heard coming from the open doors. Mark tries to start the car, headlights flashing on as Cesar is seen slowly walking towards him.

But quickly Cesar begins to change, growing taller and thinner as his grin grows wider.

Until finally Mark starts the car and drives off.

It cuts to later, Mark’s camera on the bed as he frantically dials 911.

“Come on come on come on!” He yells, redialing over and over again as a loud weather alert plays on TV.

He seemingly gets an answer.

“PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELP ME, SOMETHING IS FUCKING WEARING MY FRIEND AND IT’S AT DREAMWORLD AND-” Suddenly the call is cut off…along with the power. He quickly swears under his breath and grabs his camera and flashlight. Heading to the living room about to leave…as someone knocks on the door.

“H-Hello?! Tell who the fuck you are or so-” “MARK WAIT! It’s me Wiatt, You know from work? I…I got your call about Dreamworld.”

Wiatt could be seen a little through the frosted glass window on the door, Mark doesn’t move. Listening to Wiatt.

“I think Cesar was killed by Sara and had his soul taken, and she might be coming after you to tie off loose ends. But don’t worry, me and Damien can help keep you safe-”

“I didn’t call you.”

Mark interrupted, backing away from the door.

“What? But I-”

“I tried to call those two nutjobs who investigate paranormal activity and keep trying to break into Dreamworld…but not you.”

Mark says slowly backing away from the door.

“...Well, that’s an actual surprise.”

The voice chuckles, becoming distorted and sounding more like Sara.

“I must say, I’m real impressed, really! You saw through my disguise so easily I thought I wasn’t wearing one at first. I mean Cesar was fooled when he saw me in the Staract.” The doorknob shakes as the voice tries to enter.

“But not you, of course though it doesn’t really matter…Let me in Mark.”

The television in the living room suddenly turns on, showing a distorted warning as Mark points the camera at it suddenly.

“If an alternate enters your home, lock yourself in your bedroom, acquire a loaded firearm, and END IT ALL MARK.”

The last part is repeated over and over again. The front door begins to break as the thing slams into it, over and over again. “MARK. LET ME INNNNNN!” The door breaks as Mark runs away, laughter filling his house as he enters his bedroom and locks the door.

He runs to his closet, opening it up and looking through it for something as loud footsteps come closer and closer to his door. Finding a loaded revolver, turning around and facing the door.

Knock, knock, knock. Something begins to knock on the bedroom door as Mark places his camera on the bed, pointing it at the door as he points his gun at it.

“Marrrk. It’s hopeless Mark. We all know what happens next.” The doorknob jiggles as a distorted version of twinkle twinkle little star plays.

“I know what you love.” The voice changes back to Cesar’s voice as the door slowly opens revealing his face.

“I know what makes you human.” The video distorts as Cesar’s face is replaced with what looks like the face of the angel Gabriel.

“I know what you dread.” The voice distorts as Gabriel’s face begins to break apart as eyes open up all over it.

“Nobody is coming for you.”

Mark is heard crying as the door opens more and more. The…thing begins to smile more as it hears this.

“I…have…WON-”

“STOP OR I’LL SHOOT-” BANG.

The footage cuts back to earlier, showing the dashcam of Private Detective Damien Klein’s car, heading home as the radio plays what can be best described as…Smooth Jazz.

Only stopping as he is overtaken by Mark. “The hell?” Damien begins to follow Mark’s car, sensing something off as he gives chase. Pulling up to a stretch of road leading to Mark’s house as yelling is heard in the distance.

He gets out, pulling out his handgun from the glovebox as he walks down the road, dashcam capturing him as he leaves towards Mark’s house.

It cuts back to the…thing getting shot by something off camera, yelling as it falls to the ground.

“You…YOU! WHY ARE YOU HERE?” It yells bursting into Mark’s as Mark fires a shot at it, making it yell out more.

“I came because I saw you on that kid’s car!” Damien yells.

The thing tries to say something but Mark grabs his camera and pushes past the thing in the hall, nearly tripping as the thing roars.

“No matter, it’s already too late to help. I might as well get rid of you along with Mark.” It says as it shapeshifts into a black blob covered in eyes and teeth, laughter filling the hall.

“I have fooled the Shepherds, and I shall kill the angels.”

It laughs as Mark stands up, pointing his gun at the thing with Damien.

“Oh Mark…Do you want to know what Cesar’s last words were?” It chuckles as Mark and Damien stand in silence.

“...OHGODOHGODHELPMEPLEASESOMEONEHELPHELPHELP-” One of its mouths opened up, yelling and screaming from Cesar filled the room…only drowned out by Mark.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Mark fires at it as the video distorts and glitches out, ending.

Aftermath: On the morning of 01/14/20XX, Damien Klein brought Mark Heathcliff to the hospital, both heavily injured after what Mark claimed to be a fight with a demon. After their wounds were dealt with, Damien brought Mark to his home to fully explain what happened and showed Damien the footage. Mark is currently living with Damien claiming that he doesn’t feel safe at his home. Cesar remains missing.

#welcome to dreamworld #wtdw #wtd #the mandela catalogue #MC #AU #alternate universe #crossover #fanfic #fan fiction #MC fanfic #WTDW Fanfic #Glory #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #Damien klein

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The Princess + the Dragon

[Troy Hassan x Astraea Callen Masterlist]

Pairing: Troy Hassan x Astraea Callen (F!MC)

Book: Wake the Dead

Word Count: ~600

Rating : General, no warnings

Prompts: @choicesjuly2023challenge ~fairytale; "You're so cute when you're half asleep and irritable" "I'll show you irritable" requested by @jerzwriter from this list.

Synopsis: Astraea is ready to start the day, but Troy just wants to sleep.

The soft hues of blue began to lighten the sky as the golden glow of the sun began to peak over the horizon, painting the sky with its watercolor rays. Astraea gently stirred from her slumber. She blinked her eyes open and admired the quiet morning waiting to dawn.

Eager to seize the day and start on the next adventure that awaited them, Astraea rolled to face Troy but found him still buried under the cozy comforter, deep in sleep. Her fingers threaded softly through his black hair, brushing it off his forehead.

"Good morning," she offered, her voice soft and melodic, pulling him from his dreamy state. She pressed a kiss on his forehead.

His eyes fluttered open a moment and closed again. "Just a few more minutes." He pulled the blanket more snuggly around his head.

"Come on, sleepy head!" Astraea drew back the blanket from him, exposing his bare skin to the cool morning air. "It's time to rise and shine."

Troy let out a low groan, feigning a shiver. He buried his face deeper into his pillow. "Can't we have a few more minutes of beauty sleep? How else do you expect me to maintain this flawless complexion!"

A mischievous twinkle sparkled in her eyes. "Of course, princess! We wouldn't want to jeopardize that gorgeous complexion of yours. After all, beauty sleep is a sacred ritual for a majestic beauty like yourself. Shall I roll out the red carpet too?"

"That would be nice, thank you," he muttered, pulling the blanket back up. "You finally understand!"

Astraea shook her head in amusement and chuckled in reply. A sly grin spread on her face. "I think I do understand." She kissed his forehead once more and turned to get out of bed.

Troy relaxed back into their mattress, waiting for sleep to once again overtake him as he listened to Astraea move about the room.

Without warning, Astraea hopped back onto the bed, showering him in kisses. "You're so adorable when you're half asleep and irritable."

Troy smirked, his eyes opening, knowing his slumber was over. "Oh, really? Well, if you insist, I'll show you irritable."

Troy threw the covers over his head with a theatrical flourish. He growled, pretending to be a grumpy dragon. His arms shot out toward Astraea, trying to capture her in his grasp.

Astraea burst into laughter, giving in to his monster's attack. "Oh, no! I'm being attacked. If only I had one of my weapons."

"You're mine, now." Troy snickered as he held her down. "Who's the helpless princess now?"

"Still you, babe!" She rolled away quickly, her fingers slipping under the blanket, finding just the right spot to tame her dragon and return him to his former princess state.

"Stop!" Troy's body jerked away.

"Gotcha!" Astraea pounced on him, tickling him relentlessly as he laughed and squirmed beneath her until he wiggled his way out of the blankets.

"Alright, alright!" He breathed between bursts of laughter. "I concede. You win!"

She gazed down at him, completely at his mercy. "That's what I thought."

"Just this once, though!" He insisted while trying to catch his breath.

"Keep telling yourself that, princess." She lifted his arms above his head, pinning them down as she kissed him, silencing any reply he might have. "I'll always win."

The sun's light began to seep into the window, illuminating her from behind. He smiled into her next kiss, letting her take control. As far as he was concerned, this was still a win for him.

Thank you for the request @jerzwriter! I absolutely missed these two as well and would not have discovered this fic without your request. 💖

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed my chaotic WtD pairing. They're so much fun to write.

#troy hassan #troy hassan x mc #troy wtd #wake the dead #choices wtd #choices #playchoices #choices game #fan fiction #astraea #troy x astraea #astroy #lovealexhunt #july2023

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