L8 L8 L8 L88888888! I h8 this lateness.
UPDATE: So…well…yeah…
(Please read this)
I cant elaborate backstories of ANY character easily. Mainly for three reasons.
1.I have a story to keep to, cant have every chapter dedicated to a random character's story because it is wanted by the creator. I just cant :(
2.I am working with a shit ton of characters (50+ As of ToD 2) and I don't have the time to go over every single one. What happened with ? last chapter was scripted before I began writing. Everything that has happened with the original characters and original oc's was planned from the beginning. So naturally you can see the frustration when people tell me to change something or do something else, I have to rewrite things over and over. Please remember this isn't really a "Request and I do" Unless I ask if you like character A or B more for instance.
3.I am running on fumes for this series. I have been at it for a long time, nearly a year now, and I'll face it, this isn't Watchover, I don't write with the inspiration I used to. It has gone from being a series about a kid and his robot friends to being mixed with a different series, people up my ass with requests to belittle the characters I hold dear, such as Ightech getting shown up like a chump. Any one of the characters in this series would be slaughtered in a match against Ightech or 1287. Think, legs and arms broken before you can even unsheathe your sword or aim your gun, only to watch as your organs are slowly removed while you are still alive. THAT'S what people like about Watchover, the fact that it isn't made for kids.
I'm sorry for the rant, I'm just…frustrated is all.
Again, don't want to hurt anyone who felt this way, I'm just really conflicted right now.
:(
Chapter 8
Witness
Ryan's POV
It was a nightmare, just a nightmare, it had to be, who the hell was this? This figure wore a dark hooded sweatshirt, jeans and this weird, black and white mask. My gaze shifted down to the blades that rested on its legs…machetes, but…machetes don't have a dark haze, these did. A light rose from the dumpster and disappeared onto a small silver ring with a garnet that this thing was wearing.
It raised a bloodied hand and whispered "Shh…this never happened…" before disappearing into the shadows. When I did a scan of the area, it was confirmed, it was gone.
Hunter's POV
"HOW long did you say we're here for?!" "A month, latest" "FUCK! Ya know, while we're here, who's going to be back home keeping them safe from Highlands and Sceptarians, huh?!" "Calm down Ightech" "NO YOU FUCKING CALM DOWN, I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT!"
Ightech screamed at Ghost, Operator and Chi, it was clear that he wasn't eager to be here. I couldn't blame him even if I wanted to. One good thing did come from them being here though, I found out about my second dimensional self, how he had built Prototype and eliminated the Shadow, it made me proud.
Ightech lunged over the table towards Chi and Operator, but was grabbed by 1287, who put a small capsule in Ightech's helmet, calming him down. I was curious and asked "What was that?" to which he responded "Bio-Gel, it stabilizes his rage-gel amount." This perked my intrest, so I asked "Rage-Gel amount?" He chuckled and explained "Ightech used to use Rage-Gel, it enhances the user's strength and agility, but would kill the user if they overused. It didn't kill him, he grew addicted and eventually his body began to replicate it. Now he only uses it on missions and needs Bio-Gel to stay in line"
I understood now, up until then I just thought of him to be insane, but he wasn't. Before I could apologize, someone burst through the doors, it was Mangle, followed by Ryan. Mangle explained about a figure they saw, what it had done, yet somehow, nobody from dimension two was surprised. "Yep, that'd be Stalker." 1287 said softly, holding his head on the table. It was a matter of seconds before I saw a dark, hooded figure staring at us through the window…
So sorry about the pessimistic attitude right now. I'm going through so much bad stuff and all I hear from many different people is "When's my character gonna kick ass?" or "Hurry up with the fucking chapters!" Dealing with Ryan and his severe depression is my number one priority, not making every stinkin' person happy and you know what, no, if you want to tell me how to write, write your own fucking story! My chapters have been lacking recently because people keep blowing up pms with their changes and how I need to do them. Last week I counted 30 messages. 30 FUCKING people telling me to basically make it THEIR story and how they want to call the shots, I'm tired of it!
Whatever, hopefully next chapter I'm in a better mood.
Thanks for reading and I'll see you next chapter.
-1287