Here is the revitalized Big Daddy Tale! I wrote the original version a couple of years ago with the idea of putting them online. Finally I did, it took a bit of time to find and post the chapters and I was happy with the response it got for awhile. However, I have changed since I wrote it, I see the mistakes I made. So now, if you decided to read this, here's the improved version of A Big Daddy Tale.
Water dripped from what remained of the old ice. It was muffled by the crackling of the fire being kept alive in the rusted oven. A bloodied figure stood before it, casting a shadow on the cold, unconscious captive of the ice. The figure's gaze studied the large suited man on his cold throne, so high and mighty, mearly sleeping for three years. "Soon," cooed the figure, turning his gaze to appraise one of his knives. "Soon it will begin. Just a few urchins to get rid of, and you'll be the one to do it. Won't you, Heller?"
My body felt numb. I sat there, not sure how long, just feeling nothing. It didn't seem like it was my body, like I was watching a movie or something. The void was replaced by a shiver in my spine and a freezing pain. Every inch of me was cold and had a pins and needles feeling. I watched my hands jitter and twitch as I tried to move. The pain was calming down, but the cold was unbearable. Quickly I tried to sit up, but I was pulled down again. Something heavy was attached to my back. Again I tried and was only able to kneel.
My mind was foggy and couldn't take in the information. A suit covered me, which I didn't notice before, that didn't feel like a diving suit. It didn't feel like anything at all really. After a few tries, I stood and felt the weight on my back. My eyes adjusted and noticed that I was looking through three windows on a helmet. Everything was tinted a worrying shade of yellow. I stepped forward and felt the room shake with my heavy steps. The signs filled panic into my mind as it became clear; I am one of those things.
The realization that I am a Big Daddy was worrying and scary, I ran out of the kitchen into a small restaurant. Tables and chairs were either pushed against the walls or were just turned over. As I walked amongst the furniture I found the floor stained a dark red and a decaying corpse. He was alive not too long ago, but someone shot him. Many small punchures were scattered all over the dead man's back. I stepped away from the body, but not from fear or disgust; bodies seemed familiar to me. The restaurant seemed all too familiar as well, but neither the body or place brought any memories to mind. As I wondered about the hollow familiarity, a sound stole my attention. Humming grew louder and louder and with it a sort of thought: follow it. I moved towards the doors, following the sound and what I presumed to be my instincts. When the door slid away to reveal a small lobby, the source wasn't found. I left the lobby and restaurant behind me and continued through a glass tube that revealed the ocean. For some reason I felt compelled to follow the medolious sound.
I know, OMFG why is it so short? Because I'll be busy and want to give people a little taste of what has changed so far. To any readers who liked the old version, send me a message with your opinion on the changes. I will be splitting time working on the rewrite and a new project I'm pretty thrilled to start. So people know it's a Homestuck adventure.