Author notes before finishing (end at Horizontal line):
I really gotta clarify the following, this is a damn pass-time and a continuation of garbage I made long ago so that I can look back at it again. It should be, at least, obvious that I'm doing this "just because". If you don't, and that is totally fine by the way, then you can read, I'm not gonna try to get rid of you, but seriously take this with a grain of salt. I'm literally making this from the basis of a 15 year old mind, and there was another fic on this account too, but I got completely rid of that one. What I'm trying to say is that, this is a for fun, look back that I am doing and it's not really that serious. If you take fan-fiction seriously, literally all power to you guys, you probably deal with jokes and trolls up the damn wazoo but I'm not going to act like I know your shoes. At the end of the day, this is for fun, to see how I've changed. I doubt I got ANY better at writing, by the way. Oh, and since this is based off of a 2016 Splatoon Fan-fiction, as much as I might change the characters or shit like that, I am NOT going to use any story elements from Splatoon 2. It's not gonna happen. :\ Sorry. I thought of this in 2016, I'm probably not going to branch off that story-line I made. (After writing 500 words, I can say I didn't really off that much. Is that a good thing? Bad thing? Eh, I just got started.) And, like I said above, I most likely haven't gotten any better at writing. At all. This is a for-fun, little mess-around to kill the time. Just read my illiterate profile, oh shit my profile. Please, at least read that before hopping in and taking anything into consideration. Here's three years for something literally nobody (except for me because i had hella ideas) waited for. Oh, and look at that, I'm already at 300 words. My old writing used to be 1,000 per chapter. Guess I'm gonna have to break that one. Author notes over.
182 days, and twelve hours ago (just about). Everything only goes forward from here.
I was edgy at that time. Said a lot of shit that I regret, acted all "fresh" around the only people who cared. Things like that. Small little details, like the calmness of the plaza, or the absence of a "community" around me, really do change the way I look back at that poorly written note left at the kettle. "Hey there, you found our little message. We have your little friends, and we hope to see you in the future. Thanks for joining us, at Domination. We hope you enjoy it and fall for our plans. Thank you for your cooperation." I appreciate it! It is pretty funny though, I remember the events as I noticed the environment. Nobody was there, but I only took that into real consideration after I read the note. I saw the ink patterns on the floor, grey, green, purple, but I didn't make much of a connection to the idea that Sam was missing, anything like that. It was the least of my priorities, as I just walked, lost in my own mind, lost in my own defeat. Completely zoned out, as I kept thinking about how justified my defeat was, how I was 'so right'. Any thought on Agent 2, I just shut up in my head. The "rest" was the rest, I mean, I was breathing, so something went right. It's not like if sea-levels dramatically rose again, causing us to go extinct, or if Inkopolis was completely screwed over. Yeah, sure, Turf Wars weren't a thing because they need a lot of power to run that show, but that's one tiny cost to pay for what-else is a pretty stable society that is waiting for a miracle. I mean, they are devastated, but when is a society not devastated, fed up with a problem. If they weren't, you'd have a utopia. Wouldn't that be lovely. You see, things are functioning pretty normally, in normal-people lives, except for the no power thing I was secretly in charge of fixing. This "defeat" was rather an over-stressing of my mind, an over-complication, nothing that would actually cause a big problem to everyone.
But my ego had to yell.
It just had to roar. Real loud. "Holy... shit! Everything is on me! I'm a killing machine! I don't even know what I'm killing! Who were those people, what were they meant to be? Why are they after me? I'm a monster, I'm a monster! I had no choice." The latter of which, I actually agree with. I didn't have a choice. However, I had a choice to not be immature, and that one is for sure. Half of those questions are self-explanatory to an observer of the situation. You're killing Octolings, fuckin' idiot. Ask anyone, good god. Not only that, but all of this 16 year old "wisdom" that came out of my mouth, like "You can't talk yourself out of fear, you can't talk yourself out of loneliness. You can't hide you, and this is the issue." Of course you can hide yourself! And Agent 2 was able to talk himself out of loneliness all the time! My mind made, no sense. It's hard to believe that was six months ago.
I've been doing this shit for six months? The genuine fuck?
I've changed a lot in the past six months. I haven't even hit 17, yeesh.
Heh, it's always nice to know people change.
Even if it's the tiny shit that changes them, you know? Obviously, they would keep those great things about themselves, like their name, age, essentially their identity, but the way that person acts is different, a different character. You ever wonder how people in any sort of expressive media set themselves up for change? By releasing something under whatever name. Whatever! The media, which alone is art, however the content of said media and the way they express it, also changes how people see the creator, whoever the hell they are! It most likely changes the creator in the process of creation. Which is great! Ironically, the 'one' I miss the most out of this entire mess was missing from the beginning (which was basically two weeks ago, the important shit started to happen soo); Agent 2. Agent 2 was the only person in the original inner circle that seemed "genuine" enough to do anything crazy for their own motives. They had this character, or characters? Most of the time it was static, in the sense that things never truly changed about them, but once in a while, it REALLY changed. A complete 180. Completely different person, 100%. Or, at least a solid 85% but you get the point. But, whoever they were, (and it always changed) they had fun. The "usual", as we grew to call how Agent 2 normally acted, was a great character. And whatever they were, they were great people, so I don't think there was a downside to this at all. It's one hell of a complication for us at most, (and it never got to that level around anyone but me..) but goes to show what one person can truly be.
What a ramble. In fact, I practically write in rambles. Enough of that, though. Agent 2 really was a complex character, as I would remember later on.
After reading that stupid note about five times, realizing that the word "SCRIPT" was on the back of the paper and thinking that I was 'the coolest fuck in town while these basic ass writers couldn't stop me ha get fucked', I ended up getting my things and going out on this adventure because it's the least I could do. If they actually had my "little friends", it's worth the shot. Before I left, I had to make sure I brought forms of entertainment, who knows what could happen? I brought things I liked, and of course that 'garbage' I usually brought on trips, which is what I used to call my gear. Most media I have gone through at the time of writing, and obviously I haven't made a trip back. Trust me, I can hum the melody to every song I brought. And, it's been a wild ass ride since I went on this adventure. I was not expecting how everything turned out. And I'm happy I wasn't. Either way, I got ready, as ready as I could ever be. "Gonna get Sam back," I was thinking, ready lets *deep breath in*!
No.
I remember having that gut feeling that it was a bad idea.
Oh lord, that feeling. That "shit isn't gonna work out" feeling.
Nope.
It took a while. A while that immature me didn't want to take. It's obvious that I took myself into high regard, but the events that lead to the "failure, oh god the failure!" showed that I knew when to throw in the towel. At least, my gut did. My mind, not so much. So, I took the day to just "soak-in" the environment. "Inkopolis Plaza, whoo! Come at me!" Obviously thinking that this detour before going for the remainder of what is my inner-circle was going to go all okay, I for some reason still wanted a snap-shot of the city for whatever the hell was coming my way. And, it came in damn handy. However, not for the sights you might expect. Yeah, yeah, the city is pretty cool, and I spent a lot of time in it during this refresher, catch-up, whatever, but it's the things most people would call "behind the scenes" that I am a complete sucker for. Seeing great, vibrant neon signs far, as a thick atmosphere collects around you in the foreground. The dream.. happy to think about it. And, it happened. So I don't have to pretend as much. I sat down, stretched the hell out of my legs and enjoyed the view of what might be one of the highest rooftops Inkopolis has to offer. There was a restricted colour pallet of red, green, blue and purple around the billboards I saw sponsoring for gadgets, most of them said something around the lines of "get ready with 'this gadget thing' for when Turf Wars come back!", well that's my doing and whenever that happens, that happens. Considering I was high up, clouds were in near-by reach, and how they were dark with the coating of the night time light onto it. It was relaxing to every degree, and I loved every second of it. Gave time for my mind to wander around, do it's own thing. Think about, whatever. I didn't meet anyone or talk to anyone during this moment of peace and quiet. Could've made a good friend, but I just got to enjoy it. In the long run, it was a good thing I didn't meet anyone.
A few hours later, I called it in for the night, respectfully. I used whatever was left in my illegally opened bank account and spent it at a fancy hotel to bounce for the night. Oh, and the train rides of course. It was a good amount of money, but when I have everything I need with me, it's nice to just relax and do whatever. Even if it means spending your last dime. That was basically the entire day, actually. After stressing in my mind, I 'unplugged', sat down thinking "eh, I'll do it tomorrow" in my bed. Tomorrow it was, but today, relaxing was the better bet. So, calling it in isn't horrid, right? Every second counts wasn't a thing when I was just starting. Well, it was more like "every second is relaxing, every other second was on my phone." I was a junkie. To think time didn't matter as much then, oh boy, now it does.
Later on that night, I checked my phone for anything new, like anybody who was 16 would do. Normally, nothing happens on my phone, just a notification from some random app or a person I never met getting the wrong number. At first, I thought it was some random app, (like always, my phone is really dry) as would anyone reading this message as it popped up. It was much more.
"The series of quotes and the following upload was taken from a secret 'bonding' event down in the out-land of Inkopolis, taken place almost two years ago. It was split up into three rooms, those three rooms split horizontally with a wall the height of the building itself. Every corner of all the rooms have noise absorbing foam , and each of the (now six) rooms have a chair, a desk, and a plugged in professional sounding microphone for communication. They also have a projector, projecting to the wall that has been matted like one of the old silver screens. Here was the catch; each room has a fully capable motion capture setup, with a computer in the back running and processing each movement in real time. You create an avatar, practically design yourself in every aspect, and using the motion capture suits, become that avatar digitally. This is shared around as a form of true expression, as you are 'stepping into an avatar, which is an asset to the real you, the one that can never be physical'. Since the rooms are split up, you got pared with the person where the only thing blocking them from view of you is that big wall which shows their avatar and the movements corresponding in real time. The second performance of the event, according to the hosts who kept everything confidential, was 50/50 between attendees who had an unidentifiable 'disorder' in which the person has multiple 'characters' (un-coined terms), and other half being their closest friends to 'truly meet' the characters. The disorder not only consists of multiple characters, as one can see this as being two-faced, but it also consists of a different worldview, different memories, most of the time different names. This digital conversation tool, as where you can change the avatar in an instant, comes hand-in-hand who change uncontrollably into these characters, in an instant. As an unknown rarity, hearing it expressed and seeing changes in the body language, vocabulary and full-on attitude in each character not only surprised the friends; but also the hosts. As a participant, you have been given special access to a full on recording of this very special moment you had in the venue. After being transferred, it will be deleted from our services. To make for the people with lack of 'time', we insist you look at the 'observer quotes' we left in the rest of the message. Thank you for participating in this event, it was a true eye-opener for everybody involved."
Formatting wise, the quotes were simple. Anything that broke the flow of the persons sentence was put into parentheses, e.x the "friend" speaking or just parts of the sentence meant for conversation purposes. Anything in brackets is context, if needed. The reason this was so special was because of the monologue with the characters, they just spewed. Needed to get something off their chest, and had a solid hour to do so. There were "editor's picks", yeah they better have a document that says they can't say shit about the other things said there. Would be scary if any of this went out. "Okay very cool Alex but why the hell were you there?" Why I was there? Well, like mentioned above, I like exploring outside of the usual area of Inkopolis. The usual just gets boring after a while. Either way, I was hanging out with Agent 2 a whole lot around that time. When I heard about this, I thought it would be a good idea for "him", at the time, to express himself in any means possible. It would be a good idea, but we had to make sure there were four people already in place so that we would talk to each-other. I could of just asked the hosts if I wanted to, but fine. Sure enough, there was four people already going. They said they close shop in 3 hours, we agreed. The took us individually into the rooms, set us up and then made sure nobody wanted to kill themselves (hence the monitor). So, the both of us were either sitting down or standing, expressing, drinking (ordinary drinks, I needed to be seriously sharp.) and talking with these mandatory noise-cancelling headphones to make sure nobody stalked nobody. It was a grand time, putting on these funny suits and after that, the next three hours just went "bye!", and oh man did it go. Each character got about an hour to talk, at least on Agent 2's terms. It's funny, that's what they called themselves as a whole collective. Not by Dexter, the 'usual's name, just "Agent 2". After reading and a minor flashback I got unbelievably curious and put on the video sent to my phone. I made sure to share the phone screen instead, so that the moment I turned my phone off the TV would just go back to whatever programming. Makes me feel less alone. "What was the video like?" Good god, was it an experience. Since the backgrounds could of been killed because it wasn't VR, the white background I saw on the projector screen just became the left side being Agent 2's avatar render, and mine on the right. A direct feed, with subtitles and everything. Very well produced and setup, very easy to understand. Even with a mini documentary, summing up what the message said. It's obvious they wanted more information on the so-called "disorder" before releasing it to the people involved; they did ask for our contact after all. Me, calling it a night, appreciated a throw-back to a person that, holy shit… they're gone? All of them? Holy… fuck. Either way, I made sure to archive it in every way ever, who wouldn't? But, there's an app for that, which I let run overnight. As much as I enjoyed the half-hour I watched, complete with subtitles (that's still crazy!), I knew I was dozing off and I don't remember much from that watch other than the fact that it was crazy to have it archived in the first place. Not only does it show the wonder of the disorder (in the beginning of the video the editor highlights a new "character" modifying the avatar and just having one hell of a time with it. Such a sight to watch that huge smile come on the render.), but it's also an archive of how you used to be, how you used to act. In that sense, it's an incredible backup. I was, 14? That's the only reasonable way. My birthday is in February, that was the month the event was taken place, and since it's now August, that would only make sense.
All things considered, I watched the whole 3 hour recording front-to-back again for this reference. It was, phenomenal. One of the best memories I've ever had; you can see the happiness in both of us in the body language. I like me when I was 14 better than at 15. When I was 14, I wasn't really care-less, I just had less things to worry about and barely any edginess, only a healthy dose. I was more free, more open to seeing things in a new eye. This quote; which is also an editors quote, so I'll just copy and paste it, but this quote has me thinking on a grand scale.
"I mean, there are occurrences where the mentality of the person is much better than what they are like. There are occurrences where it's the opposite. We have all met a person who did not look like who they really were on the inside, and vice versa. Right? I can't be the only one who's thought of this, sincerely. (Lets just talk about people and culture before going anywhere.) In the dammed books, human culture recoveries (which, on the side I think is BS) and studies on the condition, people say it's essentially 'time' (which is quite the friend) that changes a person mentally, but we don't feel that 'time'. We have an experience, and during moments in our head time is irrelevant. It becomes non-existent, in the beautiful void of whatever your mind creates and is capable of. I'm almost certain that with us (at least), the only situation where time is relevant, is when using it to any degree. The only 'time' when you will use time is to make plans, prepare, predict. However, to our system's way of living, these three factors are null and void. That's the way the mind works. You can't program your mind to be fused with what is around you; all it does is react.
[This might be one of the last moments I'm actually out, but I'll still make my mark in any way possible. Whenever and in whatever, go make yours Alex.]"
- SS-FP2, 18/2/140XX.
I get a "main idea" from reading this. Is there like, another mind that was apart of Agent 2 that we didn't know about? Like, a meet up circle, or a gathering, where the avatar idea, they truly look like they way they want to look like!? Where it only consists of them?! Would it similar to Inkopolis? Or would they have a different, completely original world? Would physics work the same way, gravity apply? Would there be another type of government? How big could it be? All of this still fascinates me. O, OOO! Maybe they have their own world, as in world inside of a world? Their own society, in a sense. With back-streets, a city, train lines and a surplus of people, all inside someone's mind! That would be wild! This quote isn't from the editors bunch, but I like this one too, it was probably the last thing I thought of before I passed out the night of the message. This was from the first character, (first hour, first act, whatever) which was different from the "Agent 2" I was hanging out with before we entered the room. I actually didn't talk to Dexter in this venue. Anyway, quote:
"Of course I think that peoples minds change, but I don't think it's from themselves. People have impact on people- people leave, imprints on people. There are a lot of things when it comes to media and people, people to people yatayata but at the end of the day it's this; if you can be told what to see or read, then it follows that you can be told what to say or think. If that is possible, not only can you be morphed by yourself, but you can be morphed by others as well. With both of them combined, you get this, constantly changing person. When you're alone, you're much more likely to stay the same kind of person for over years, even if when you started being alone you weren't the same as how you ended up. While, with people, a few months is enough for a social persons life to completely change. With all of this in mind, it's also important to know that it's natural; it's okay. We all do it. We all change, there is nothing stopping it. There is only the future, and if you feel as if time is moving by the longest second or the shortest hours, it's still moving.
[Jeez, I probably wasted so much of your time. I always say the weirdest shit before I go. But thank you for this moment. This has been the most refreshing thing I've done in a long, long time.]"
- Scarlette, 18/2/140XX.
After everything to do with the Great Zapfish in recent times, it's nice to retract to my old life that I had before I embarked. As much as I'm only writing about that, I'm also trying to paint a picture of my mind while I think about, me thinking about these things. If this, what, a journal? Well, if it brings any clue into how my mind works, I've succeeded. And, this "disorder" that is mentioned over and over in my life, it just fascinates me. They name themselves, they create their own identity in a sense, which would go against what I was saying earlier but they are, different people. Same body, different person. Like, what the hell? Isn't that the coolest thing? Well, not really, but just imagine the capabilities with it. Acting could gain a huge benefit from someone like that. But, Agent 2. Wow. What a person. What a collection of great, interesting, deep people that just get right into the deep shit, no small talk. Most of my favorite people are like that.
Straight into the deep shit. Always.
Almost certain I left the TV on that night. But that wasn't what woke me up.
While recovering from my mental-workout last night, Callie had entered the room looking like she had just gotten out of the daily take, even though it's multiple times a day. And, noticing the 2-minute delay broadcast-to-television has (that the tower doesn't have), I was surprised to see a peak of the ending moments of the Squid Sisters program as she was already at the door. There was a new person next to her right, but it has been six months since I watched the program. 'How the hell did she even know I was here?' my mind thought, before looking at my phone and remembering that I had all the Agents have my location at all times through this little program I made a friend make, back when I had time to spend with that group. Bummer. But, even though it was helpful in very few situations, it was used at some point. And this was one of the points it was used. Thanks Beck. Happy about that fact or not, I couldn't really tell. I wasn't just half-asleep, I was practically half-dead.
"Been a good while, hasn't it!?" Callie said in a manner that sounded too energetic to be true. Half-asleep me had to deal with Callie and her little games, yay! Lucky me.
"Well, a broken family and a fucked life, it could of taken longer. If you let it."
"It wouldn't have been any good if it took any longer, would it?" Mid-sentence, Callie jumps onto the bed that I was still half-dead in. Appreciated.
"Typical sister shit you're doing, I assume."
Callie seemed almost offended, but that look went away after a bit. Must be practice for the screen. It was obvious she had a lot of energy, that I didn't have in any way. She kept on trying to wake me up. "Oh, come on now! Don't be like that! It's been, a while Alex. How has life been?"
Still dead. "Ugh… the usual I mentioned before. How's working with your second cousin? That a new change? You know me, I don't really 'catch up' with what you do."
"Well, the ratings said they thought Charlotte just.. wasn't the type to stay up to date with things. That was, a few weeks ago? And that's essential to the show, of course. Staying up t-.."
As Callie rambled about the requirements to be a "Squid Sister", actually be a part of the show and how "painful ahahahahHHHHHHH" that is, (the last thing I caught was "being up to date" before completely turning the mental dial to the left) I went down memory lane to try and figure out what Charlotte was like. I knew how she looked, just your average Inkling last time I saw her. However, I heard she got a white coating, and that would totally take her off the air in my mind. A very odd character, from what I recall. Very old-timed but very well mannered, and didn't really change. At all. Seemed like the same type of character was dragged around other chapters of her life, if any. Jeez, take a shot every time I write the word character. Really hope a replacement word comes up.
I got out of my mind (or, in the clouds, whatever) for a moment, got out of the bed and started to get dressed. Thank god I slept with a robe that night. While dressing, I tune my mind back to Callie and not my own. She's still going, damn. Turning the dial to the right.. "..nd after all that stress, you can't blame her, can you?"
I grabbed my phone, which is one of the four things I needed to go anywhere, no matter what. Turned it on for a brief notification check, however it was nothing but the time, 10:23 AM.
My turn to talk. "No. Not really. You can blame all of… that for making her lose her job though."
A gap of silence allowed me to make sure I wasn't blowing anything up and I had a good amount of things in check, around the room and mentally.
I continue. "Welp, that's television for ya."
I start to feel out anything that I'm missing on my old worn-out suit. Damn, I trust this thing with my life now, but during this time I hated every inch of it. "Well.. that is definitely something I want to cheer up my day. Yay for television!" Callie remarks. I'm still half-paying attention, enough to hear the words but not enough to truly process them. While I was in the process of becoming three/fourth's awake, I was also preparing to leave the hotel as fast as possible with everything I had when I came in. Callie was still near the door, but I was at the other end near the mini-kitchen. She was east, I was west, looking at each-other oddly. She knew something was up, like any normal person.
"You know, whatev.. wh- whatever gets you the big bucks, Callie, serious. I bet Charlotte is relaxing in another city or getting famous people on a big fancy boat with a murder to truly experience a murder mystery. Probably both, actually. Keep in touch though, nice person, for sure."
An ambience fell upon the room, obviously. Just the sound of the city, no real TV program happening so just the chatter, the dead music coming from shops with open doors, the big ol' gap in the view that's meant to have a big ol' fish, you get the idea.
Check my bag: Yup. Check my suit: Good, enough... damn it! Check my gear: Third time's the charm. I realized I was ready to go, like actually go, even ready to speak my mind and do what I want. It had been a while.
"You know, every day, I still think I'll just, find them. One piece, mentally glued- still thinking of the people that brought all of us together that time ago. The things I would do for just one more day together, even just the two of us. A nice thought, don't you think?"
Suddenly, I was ready to take on anything that came at me. My memories and desire linked in a way that early me wasn't ready for, but so ready for. Refueled, recharged, it was so refreshing to just say what was on my mind. My failure didn't matter as much as it did just the day prior.
"Relax. No need to get all nostalgic now, things are in the past." Callie said.
Oh, I was awake now.
"That's it? Really? All you say? The past is what people wait for, Callie. They wait for things to be the same, or to escape to a mental past they have planned more times than certain people move their damn eyes- they see it every day."
Her eyes rolled mid-sentence.
"You've already failed once, almost died, did this and that, slow. Down. Little bird, the only thing this place needs is the power to run Turf Wars, nothing else!"
My failure was brought into the newly formed little flare in my eyes.
"I'm not doing this for myself, and it's not going to be stopped by your orders. You took on this, dammed TV thing, well I thought it was a damn side gig to get all of us ready for what we had to do! No matter if it was for the fuck of it or for a dire need, we were a family! I know that pain is so much easier when you have a true base, but what happens when your base is gone!? The 'poof' of Sam has only brought this to the forefront-"
"I, am here, Alex. I want to help you, for real this time!"
A longer silence fell through our conversation. I saw the beaming, surprising look on Callie's face. She was hurt. So was I. She had a base. I no longer have one. As a result, it took longer for one to be like this than the other. However, Callie only had that face one in a blue moon. It was never permanent, it was never on her mind for too long. I could see it, though. And that meant something.
It was time to embark on my journey alone. I started to look down at a floor that was unrecognizable. A marble reflection showed me ready to go out on a trip, but with my face blurred out enough so I couldn't make anything out at all. I was happy with that reality. Looking at yourself is an odd reminder of anything in your life. It's better to just be in the first-person view life gives you.
She kept on going with her speech. Mine was already done.
"Okay!? You hear that!?
DID THAT GO THROUGH YOUR HEAD!?"
Lost in my mind, but I heard it. I also heard the same voice with different energies, different attitudes, different memories, different time lapses, even different names. I don't understand the phenomenon, but if I had more time, I could of. It's the only thing I could of done for a person who had to deal with my bullshit. That escape was gone, and holy shit, it's a long process that remains unfinished. Much longer than dealing with my defeat and failure, first time hitting one bar at the respawn point, even that is intense shit. Agent 2, god damn, that pain that still lingers.
"I hear you, loud and crystal clear. Look- I found something, okay? I found something about him, that only I could take out the puzzle pieces left for me. Only I could understand it. And I'm going with my gut here, but I think he left one of these for everyone. This, gut feeling, and my gut saved my life back there whether if you think it was a failure or not, god damn I trust that thing. You know how to get to me if you think of anything. You can either help me decode this beast, for the sake of our mental health, or just stick with your day-to-day life now. You know what? Come with me. Come with me or do the 'usual', alright? One last gig with just the two of us, get our mind off of things completely, take on a puzzle that took years in the making; this is the moment we have been waiting for since we were kids! Do you still want that?"
Television, that shit changes people, doesn't it?
Looking up after that statement, I start to walk out of the hotel room feeling as if I vented to a brick wall and it worked. It didn't feel so bad. Callie was in complete shock, it seemed. Just frozen. That felt great, seeing a TV personality who used to be your sister, show some emotion. I don't care if it's the sister I had, as long as it's a damn person is what matters. Unless she actually comes with me, then I care if it's the same sister. I still hope she never sees an "On Air" sign the same after that day. While walking out of that door, with all of my gear-shit ready to go into an area I had no idea about, no intention of staying in for too long or any clue what was going to happen, this certain blindness really changed me. It put a smile on my face where there should be terror. After all, I was already half-way done getting the Great Zapfish before the little "defeat" happened. And, the first half of my journey for the Great Zapfish is pretty faithful to what people around spread when they hear the theory. Going through section and section, problem or no problem. What said the next half was going to be more intense? Literally nothing! Gets me even pumped even thinking about the "uncertainty". Always nice to have a fresh mind.
While I was leaving, going around Callie and about to close the door, I made sure to leave a verbal note to end on.
"If it's ditching this gig for my blind tour or going on air in the next four hours, all I can say is; get ready."
I close the door with a certain amount of force that would bring anyone idling into the space of their mind back to reality in an animated fashion. I walked, walked with a feeling of empowerment. I actually did something this time. I was about to start something, and I was actually ready. I took no accounts into anything, just walked straight to the area where the note was. Everything was a blurred mess, except for my excitement, which was the only true thing in focus as my body walked in excited auto-pilot to the location. Now, all by myself, it was only time before I went straight into my next adventure. After walking out of the hotel, I only remember the area I landed in once I dropped down. Everything in-between basically didn't happen.
Just, a blur that bridged the death of one person to the birth of another.
Author notes after writing:
Wow. That took way longer than expected to make. That was way longer than expected, chapter length wise. And I enjoyed it so much more than I thought I would. Before I proof-read the shit out of this, make the new art, change the description, yatata basically get this ready for press, I do want to say a few things. First off: I obviously ditched a lot of things in the original game. Please note I'm not trying to retell the story of the first game in some crazy, dramatic way. I want to do WAYYYY more, and the games set-story, characters, even set character descriptions are just, restricting. Extremely restricting. So, I say "to hell with it" and move on. Two: I knew I wanted this chapter to end right before he was going anywhere, and like with this chapter, I'm going to take my time. It's 3:30AM (also 3:30 when finishing proofreading uh-ohohoohohoh) right now. There is no way I can proof-read reliably. So, I will probably pump out a new chapter ever few weeks? Two weeks sounds good, but I also do a lot of other things so, whatever. I'll balance another hobby. Three: I have been in this community already. Sure, a worse addition that nobody cared for, and that is evident in the first chapter, but there were great people here. Even though traction has slowed down, I don't think that fact has changed at all. So, happy to see you again. Under a new name, and more of a premise of just having a good time above everything, EVERYTHING else. And, four: I met some great people outside of this community that not only went in it because I was in it, but also because I was just a genuine person and so were they. And, as other people who weren't so willing changed with me, some didn't change and went in opposite directions. This is just a drawback to what might have been one of the most easy-going times of my life. And I was 15. So, I did enjoy myself. And I did explore themes of mental health that my friends were dealing with at the time, and that lack of expression they had with only a keyboard and that prized enter key. It's nice to get that out of my system, that old wonder inside my head telling me that DID was a blessing. Wow. With that being said, I'm gonna go edit this chapter and then open a random program and just do whatever. Enjoy my vacation? It is the tail end of that, isn't it? Also; consider this like, a rough draft. If anyone actually found out I was doing this in my friend group, it would be hilariously embarrassing. That's why I got this shitty username, ha! So, I just write from 10PM to 3AM most of the time. So, first draft out of the way, I actually feel pretty good. Like mentioned above, I enjoyed this wayyyyy more than I thought I would, and way more than I should of. So, this was a complete success in my book. Now, to get it out there, into the public for like two people to review it! Good god I'm stressed about it! (review plz eggs dee) And, I gotta write Chapter 3 without waiting 3 years to put it out there is also a good idea. I'll get to that new chapter now, actually, I'll play 7 year old games later.
