Yes! As you've noticed, my earlier story remains unfinished. I'm trying to rewrite it, but we'll see what I'll get done and when!
For this project, I have a lot written and planned out, but I still can't promise it will be finished 100% and especially I can't say when. I think I'll try to update once a month or something. But as it seems, One Piece is a story I come back to again and again so maybe I'll get this done sometime.
I've always really liked the fanfictions with original character more than the one's with canon characters. I think it takes more skill to add a new character than to loan the existing ones. There is bad and good ones in both categories however, but somehow for me the ones with oc's are more interesting. I've been feeling like starting an oc falls to One Piece World -type of a story for a few times - it has been rather popular, however it's a type hard to handle. Too hard maybe, but at least I'm practising my english (I'm not a native speaker) so sorry for my mistakes beforehand.
But who really cares about my ramblings? Go on and read! The first chapter is so short but the rest will probably be longer.
One Piece and it's characters belong to Eiichiro Oda. My oc's belong to me, but really feel free to use them if you wish, I don't care.
Pipscreeks's Alien, Part 1
I held the physics book in my hand, glaring at it as if it could turn into something actually useful if I tried hard enough. It did no. I was just wasting my time, looking like I was not right in the head. I didn't really care what the people passing by thought about my shady appearance anymore, I had stayed in the town long enough for them to understand that I really was not right in the head. So they didn't stop me from staring at the book.
Finally, after a long time of stagnation I started flipping through the pages. Electricity… All kinds of forces like gravitation… Different kind of examples… And for the last, the list of chemical elements. Some of the pages were filled with rushed sketches I had made back in school, most were empty. I had never really paid attention in the physics class, that's why it was in my bag in the first place – I was supposed to go ask for help with the homework. Kind of sad really, I was already over twenty years old and I always had to ask for help from my younger brother. I just wasn't good with subjects like these.
None if that really mattered right now. I flipped through the pages again. What good was it to understand which way electricity worked in a world where no one used it? What good was it to understand the laws of physics in a world where people could start defying them after they ate some weird fruit? Absolutely none. No one even wanted to buy the book despite my emphasizing its otherworldly subjects. They just listened silently to me talking how it was from another world and then gave me something to eat out of pity, shaking their heads at my poor state. I was basically dependent on their mercy, so slowly I gave up on trying to sell the book for money and tried to bother the citizens as little as possible.
But things were hardly in my control. I was too filled with anger and sadness which came with the feeling things happening to me were terribly unjustified and too much for me to handle. I was never too good with handling my emotions, but this much overload would've made anyone crazy. So I did what any idiotic person would do when they had too much feels – I drank. I drank anything I could get my hands on, until I've passed out. I hardly ever had any hangovers back at home, but the effects of constant drinking were starting to wear me off.
No wonder the people here gave me food out of pity. I was a homeless drunkard with pretty serious mental problems.
I had been drinking for a time that felt like a month, but it could be just me being drunk. I couldn't estimate the time too well. But today I got banned out of the last bar of the island. They realized I had no intention nor the ability to pay for the booze I've consumed. I tried to look around the island for someone who had brewed moonshine, but it seemed there was nobody. I was left in very desperate state, so I sat down with an empty heart and went through my stuff once again.
I had a sketchbook, the only good way I could express my feelings but right now – or well, the past month or so – I couldn't even draw much. There were only a few more anxious sketches after the ones I drew back home. Then there was my pencil case, and I wasn't yet that much addicted I would've sold my most important belongings. Good pens were expensive and at least on this island there were none of those. There was also my phone. I turned it on, there were still too block of battery, so there was probably another month or something like that to go. Thank god I had my old phone, the battery last much longer.
However, there still wasn't once again any blocks for the network. I still tried to send a message for my parents but it didn't get through. Even on the highest point of the island there was only one block but still the messages wouldn't get through. I grimaced, biting my lip to hold in the tears. I really, really wanted to go home.
But since I couldn't get home, I really, really needed more booze.