Hear me out guys. I know this is the very last story you would think to see in this category and I understand that you will have your doubts and distaste. But give me a chance to plead my case and promote my story.
There is a Tumblr Post about having a clock on your arm that counts down to when you meet your soulmate; and I have always loved it. I am no romantic, but it just seems so pleasant that I couldn't help myself. So that is what is happening here, we all have a clock on our arms, this is post apocalypse but to keep up with all references and songs and events we are placing this in modern day.
This is a Negan/OC. Why? I love Negan's character, that guy is bat-shit crazy; and it is awesome. So, I decided that I would give him a love interest, just out of boredom. He is about 16 in this fic, and my OC Bianca is 15 about to be 16.
Give me a chance guys.
Disclaimer: I Sketch1997 have not, do not, nor will not ever own anything as amazing as The Walking Dead Comics; merely Bianca, and her character as well as my plot.
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The end of your timer could be the best moment or the worst and most terrifying moment of your life; hell, it might be both.
For Bianca Stevens, it was anticipated to be the best; but when it finally did happen, she found herself more terrified then ever befor.
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The sudden ringing of an alarm clock jolted Bianca from her peaceful sleep. She groaned and hit the alarm with her left arm, pausing when she caught sight of the clock engraved on her wrist, the green numbers ticking down slowly:
0001 d 03 h 23 m 16 s.
It wasn't much longer now, only a few more days and hours and then Bianca would meet her soul mate; even as romantic and corny as she was, she still found fault and skepticism in the whole "love assigned at birth" thing.
She was a scholar, a philosopher, found truth in facts and studies… but this was just too farfetched. Looking at her parents, Bianca found herself excited to meet her other half; they seemed perfect for one another, they were madly in love still even after four kids, but then again could they have been conditioned? It would be simple to believe if you followed the system, knowing without a doubt that when your clock hit zero you would meet the person you were made for.
She sighed when her alarm went off again, "Okay I'm up, and I get it!" She shut it off and sat up, letting her bare feet touch the chilly floor of her dorm. Bianca attended Northern Mountain Academy of Elite; the school everyone wanted to attend, mainly because it was like a muggle version of Hogwarts.
There were four houses: the brave and sports orientated Wolves, the ambitious and mischievous Foxes, the wise and academic focused Owls, and the kind and helpful Toads. It was a boarding school really, for those who were rich or academically gifted or physically gifted.
Bianca belonged to the Foxes, the head perfect, actually; and god she loved it. She had her own room and really tiny kitchen, and a really small bathroom as well. After getting dressed she walked into her bathroom and waited patiently for her straightener to come on.
She was a sophomore, and her birthday was in a month, in October; she was slightly excited to turn sixteen, but the thought of anything beyond the next few days, beyond meeting the end of her timer. She paused, no; she had to stop thinking about this. It would only upset her more.
The sudden ringing of her phone brought her out of her gut wrenching thoughts and she walked over to where it lay; picking it up she sighed when seeing who it is before answering, "hello mother."
"Bianca!" Her mother cooed, "How is my favorite daughter?"
"I am your only daughter-"Bianca pointed out, placing her phone on speaker as she started on her hair, "the rest are sons."
"That is true," her mother admitted, "but still. So baby girl are you excited?"
"For?" Bianca drawled, playing dumb as she didn't take her eyes off the mirror.
"Don't beat around the bush," her mother tested, "you only have a few more days sweetie and then-"
"Yeah I get it," Bianca muttered, "I then get to meet the love of my life, my prince in shining armor, and the rock I shall lean on for the rest of my life. You have told me about a thousand times mother."
"Don't back talk me," She warned, and Bianca sighed and muttered an apology as her mother continued, "This is a big deal, your father and I are thinking about flying out to you-"
"No-"Bianca choked out, her face going bright red, "please."
"Fine." Bianca gave a breath of relief as her mother continued, "how much longer till your class?"
"I actually have to go right now-"Bianca allowed, finishing her hair and taking her mother off of speaker, "But I can call you after dinner if you want?"
"Very well," her mother conceded, "study hard and get good grades."
"Yes Mam."
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"Can I have a sip?" Lauren, Bianca's best friend pouted, as she stared at the cold drink resting in Bianca's hand.
"I don't share well." Bianca deadpanned, taking another sip of the Frappuccino, "you would be better off getting your own."
"But we already left the coffee shop-"Lauren moaned, throwing her hands in the air dramatically, "I won't make it through first period without it!"
"Then it's a good thing Hannah has you a hot chocolate waiting in there for you, eh?" Bianca smiled and took a sip of her caramel heaven.
"Really?!" Lauren squealed as she took off towards the large Social Sciences Building, pushing over a few Toads to get there faster. Bianca shook her head as she slowly made her way to the class, enjoying the warm morning air and the taste of her coffee.
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"Have you heard?" Hannah asked quietly, leaning over to Bianca's side, the vice president of the Foxes, Bianca's right hand woman.
"What now?" Bianca sighed, looking up from her Psychology notes; Lauren sat to her left, happily sipping her hot chocolate while Hannah was to her left.
"Another Fox was found taped to the flag pole- this time upside down."
"Dammit," Bianca hissed, gripping her pen tighter, "This can't keep going on! That's it- during Lunch I am going to find the head perfect for the Wolves and put an end to this."
"Negan Jones," Hannah provided, nodding as she sat back with a look of approval, "But you can't. Coach Jensen has all his guys- which means Negan and his followers- in town today celebrating the victory last night."
"So tomorrow then."
"You can't go tomorrow!" Lauren choked suddenly, looking over, "Tomorrow is too important!" Bianca looked down at her clock and grimaced;
0001 d 00 h 09 m 45 s.
"She is right," Hannah admitted softly, staring at the steadily ticking green marks, "Maybe the day after or-"
"No." Bianca stated firmly, narrowing her eyes dangerously, "I need to do this tomorrow; just trust me on this guys, I can't let this clock keep me from my duties."
"Something to share, Miss Stevens?" Madam Caraway, the teacher of Psychology called; Bianca smiled charmingly at the elder woman, "No Madam, merely discussing Plato's theory of Human Soul Mates."
"Wonderful!" Caraway cooed, walking over to the board, "Plato believed that in the beginning humans were made with four legs, four arms, two heads and necks, one body, two noses and mouths, as well as four ears and eyes!"
"That's weird." Someone exclaimed from the front row, prompting Caraway to turn around and shake her head slightly, "Oh but not at all! You see, according to him, they were separated into what we are now by Zeus, who feared them to be too powerful. So, we spend our entire lives trying to find our other halves, our parallel souls."
"Does our clocks support that theory?"
"Yes!" She smiled at her young class, "when your clock hits zero, you find your perfect match, both mentally and biologically. Do not take this matter lightly I urge you-"
RING
Everyone didn't stick around to listen, all intending on going to their next class and Caraway scrambled to get everyone's attention, "We will continue this discussion tomorrow! Everyone do pages 309-310 for homework!"
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"What the hell is this?" Bianca sighed, rubbing her head as she stared at the package in front of her dorm. Classes had gone by painfully slow, and she honestly wanted nothing more to do than nap. She glared at the box once more before unlocking her door and kicking it into the room.
She decided she would ignore it until later.
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"So did you get my package?" Bianca's mother urged over the phone; Bianca rolled her eyes and paused in her toe painting, "Yes mother."
"Did you open it?!"
"Not yet mother," Bianca sighed, looking distastefully over at the package, "I got it earlier today but I didn't open it because I had Perfect duties.
"Bianca it is important!"
"Fine," it was like nine at night anyways, she had put it off long enough, "just give me a sec."
She opened up the packaged and stared, befor groaning; a soft pink dress sat in there, and upon pulling it out she groaned again, "Mom, this is so girly!"
"I know right?!"
"That isn't a good thing," Bianca sighed, pulling out the other contents; two bottles of her favorite vanilla shampoo, a box of chocolate, perfume, and a few other new articles of clothing, all of which involves ruffles.
"Put dad on the phone please." Bianca stated finally, "I love you mom and thanks, but I just want to talk to dad for a bit."
"Hello yes this is dad." A new voice sounded from the phone a few moments after, he spoke in a deep voice, "Is this daughter?"
"This is daughter," Bianca laughed, sitting on her bed, "It this dad?"
"Yes sweet heart it is me," Her father laughed, "I suppose you are wondering why I let your mother send those articles of very girly clothing?"
"Yes."
"Well your timer goes off tomorrow." He said with a bit of seriousness, "and your mother wants you presentable. And… there are a few things I snuck into below the tissue paper." Bianca obediently moved the glittery pale tissue paper at the bottom of the box and smiled, "Daddy… you shouldn't have. But thank you."
Below the tissue paper was a new black knit sweater, a few more regular shirts, and a new pair of crazy colored socks. She liked weird socks.
"You're welcome sweetie," Her father chuckled, imagining her excited face, "We have to go, but call us tomorrow, understand? Don't make us call your brothers." Bianca grimaced at the thought of her three brothers; there was Bianca's twin Jason, and then the second pair of twins Michael and William. All were wolves, Jason was a sophomore and vice president to Negan, and Michael and William were freshmen.
"Don't worry." Bianca smiled, looking out the window to the outside of the Fox dormitories, "I'll call you guys as soon as possible tomorrow."
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"HELL NO." Citrine slammed her coffee onto the desk as she stood, "THIS ENDS NOW."
"But your clock only has a little more until it hits zero-"Hannah tried with hands up in attempt to calm her friend, "Negan can wait."
"He glued feathers to two of our freshman and sent him into the Owls and Frogs common rooms! This has gone on far enough!" Bianca stormed out of the class room. She walked quickly to the Wolves common room and scared the shit out of one of the sophomore girls, "Where the hell is Negan?!"
"In the gym!" She choked out, shrink back into the couch in fear of Bianca as the girl hissed out, "and where is the gym?!"
"Down that hall at the end!"
"Thank you!" Bianca shouted, walking where the girl told her to go; she didn't encounter any more Wolves, but when she slammed open the doors she stopped. Their gym was huge; multiple large and complicated machines were scattered around and it was brightly lit, smelling like sweat and was very, very hot.
"Negan!" Bianca shouted in the empty room, looking around; after a few moments of silence, a deep voice shouted/grunted from the somewhere deep in the jungle of machines, "Back here!"
She navigated her way through until she heard the sound of slight grunting and the sound of weights being lifted; pausing only for a moment she rounded a dangerous looking machine and let her hazel/gold eyes fall on whom she supposed was Negan.
A shock and –vibration? - went up her left arm and she looked down, feeling her heart stop and world spin as she stared at the blinking green zeroes, until after a few milliseconds they simply dimmed to grey on her arm.
Slowly she looked up to Negan; tall, muscular, and very intimidating.
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Okay. So this chapter was going to be longer, but I realized if I wanted a Valentine's Day Special I had to cut it in half.
Give me hate, give me love, or don't give me anything at all; I am completely okay with that. I will update every Tuesday or Wednesday to comply with my other stories. I may put this one on an update every two weeks because this category isn't well known.
Anyways, I love you all, and I will see you next week,
-Sketch1997