Drabble I wrote on my deviant art account and never posted here. But I felt the need to prove Please Remember Me is still alive. Time Portal is in the works. As well as one oneshot based off something someone keeps posting here (When it gets posted you'll know who you are) and another based off my own unfinished story Little Dragon (or a oneshot in this collection) and the Shadow of Fear.
This is rather ooc on Chase's part I think. Unless he just wants to make sure he still has people to conquer.
Jack Spicer was not a fan of nature, neither the less he was sitting on a park bench watching a bunch of middle schoolers play in their little cliques. Soon to be high school cheerleaders, soon to be high school jocks, the Geeks, the freaks, the goths, and the occasional kid that was just sitting staring at the other children like they didn't know what to do.
He caught himself watching one boy in particular, a sorry specimen who was hanging around a group of more stylish giggling pre teens. He was laughing at their jokes, trying to squeeze his way into the circle before violently being shoved out and sitting himself down in a patch of grass.
"His name is Timmy," a voice said from behind the bench. Jack slowly turned his head in frozen terror.
"C-chase Young! What a honor to have you follow me!" Jack exclaimed all too giddy. His idol rolled his eyes but didn't physically hurt him, which on Jack's track record was good.
"He is thirteen years old, in seventeen years time he will have killed off the majority of the population of the America's and Asia," Chase said.
Jack whipped back around to look at the kid, he didn't look like he could do anything much, especially that.
" The truly odd thing is that if someone were to go over to him and become his friend they would inadvertently be a hero. Just that one person would prevent him from ever creating his virus."
"Aren't you into that kind of thing though?" Jack asked. "...Chase?" There was silence and he reached behind the bench feeling only air.
"Hey you! Kid!"