2: Apology
There you have it. Me joining the website and acting like I was internet famous, whereas I actually suck. I'm turning into Miranda Sings.
Or my family, in that case…
Anywho.
Firstly, the plot. OMG, I went straight into the angst. A kidnapping? That's the whole plot? Really? Jeepers, I must've had one thing on my mind back then. Either that or I was on something. I should've also put the Blackmail before the Ransom in the title.
And don't you DARE say that you don't agree with me. I can see your cringe bonehead. I can see how most of you were expecting a Tadashi Alive fic too.
That's another thing. I didn't include the character that we all loved, even though he didn't last one third of the movie. Even his actor admitted it to being one of his better roles. Freaking Daniel Henney. How do I know this? I follow his youtube channel 'cuz i'm weird like that.
It was also completely OOC. I admit it that Fred, Baymax and Cass were the same, but I could've included more of them, and Wasabi was nowhere near as jumpy, Honey Lemon wasn't as assuring and I know for a fact that Hiro and GoGo would go far further before breaking. Also, the catchphrases. 'What in the name of Fall-Out'? 'For the love of porcelain'? Are you kidding me? Not to mention the grammar quality. The friggin' writing itself. My gawd.
Also, I missed some minor details in the last chapter. You remember the hooded lady? Y'know, "Herupu ga michi o susunde imasu, Yūjin"?
Yup. Hiro was meant to mention her in the last chapter before brushing it off as a hallucination. But hey, maybe i'll possibly include her in another story. :)
So, yeah. Basically what i'm saying is that R&B wasn't my best work, just baby steps. Prior to this fic i've put my ROTG fic on hiatus so I can work on more BH6. I'm currently working on a one-shot centering on Tadashi's life, as well as a one-shot series and a possible multi-chapter. So keep your eyes on my profile!
Or don't. I can't actually make you do anything.
Thanks for reading my crappy tween-written stories.
Hybrid out.
