So I found a bunch of my old DirkJake fics. That are like half started. Okay. Barely started. More of them are stupid or run-of-the-mill nothing special. But a few stand out and I think I might go somewhere with them. This one I think I might rewrite the first chapter for. But I really like the prologue. SO here's the prologue, at least.
His eyes remained fixed on the projected image. His brows furrowed, causing his rectangular glassed to slide around the bridge of his nose. He had read it all, hundreds of times over. And still he was lost, unable to make sense of it. Searching for a hidden meaning, he drew a blank. Now, emerald eyes scanned that one line of text. A familiar, usually comforting orange, the words made it unsettling and eerie. He leaned back, hands on his bed, propping him up. Fingers then found themselves curling around the sheets, trying to hold on to the thread of stability he was grasping. What went wrong? Reaching under the skulltop, he took his glasses and threw them against the wall. Soon enough, those fateful words became blurry from tears and low vision.
TT: Goodbye, you little green Devil.
~timeausTestified (TT) ceased pestering golgothasTerror (GT)~
~timeausTestified (TT) blocked golgothasTerror (GT)~
Jake English was heartbroken