#I don't actively watch Doctor Who anymore really but I know even the site of 9 or 10 or 11 will always make my heart so warm and fond

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

4. What’s your favorite trope?

5. Favorite fictional character?

6. Where do you typically get your inspiration from?

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4. Unrequited!Love; oh man do I love an angsty pining story. I want it to hurt so bad my heartstrings are shredded. It’s actually my go to for Moreid and it hurts so good, but it also spans multiple fandoms. I guess I should ammend that by saying Unrequited!Love with a happy ending, because it’s not actually unrequited they’re just morons.

5. Oh that’s a tough one. I’ve had so many. I haven’t written for all of them, either, so I guess I’ll give you two answers. My favorite fictional character that I write for is probably always going to be Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead, just because I know his character inside and out and there’s so much I can do with him no matter the scenario or genre. He also is a hillbilly with a heart of gold and I love that. My favorite character that I’ve never written, though, will always be the Doctor -- because they give me hope and make me question the world around me and see it for the brilliant, sparkling thing it is. 

6. So a lot of my plot inspiration comes to me while listening to music. I day dream stories all the time, but (usually when I’m driving) I’ll listen to my spotify and a song will hit it just right and I’ll get scenes played out that I end up building the whole fic around. The songs don’t always end up MATCHING the fic, per say, but in my head they play out like the soundtrack to a movie and that’s where the seeds begin to grow. What I start with is usually never fully what I end up with when it’s all said and done, but pretty much every fic I’ve ever written has started out as a song. 

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[letarasstuff]

Normal People don't know their IQ

(A/N): Inspired by me, who recently discovered normal people don’t know their IQ, while I was tested two or three times already...

Summary: A certain someone is the only way to get the UnSub. But there’s also something different that makes her special.

Warnings: Angst (fluffy end, I swear), language, mentions of rape and torture, mention of dead people, the usual CM stuff I guess Wordcount: 2.0k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________________________

“Garcia, I need you to look into high school teachers, who are suspended or fired for inappropriate behavior towards students and live in the area of the kidnappings”, Hotch orders in a stern voice. But you can’t blame him, after all there are currently six dead teenage girls and one missing. One can only hope and work as fast as possible to get her back to her parents alive.

The team is working a case in Sacramento, California. Teenage girls get abducted on their way home from school, are held for exactly a week and are killed by a simple cut to their throat. The torture they have to endure beforehand isn’t as simple. The last two also show signs of rape.

The dumbing sites are different parks all over the city. The placing happens overnight only to have the girls found the next morning by a clueless jogger or stroller.

“Let’s go over the profile again, I feel like we are missing something”, Rossi commands. His gut feeling tells him only that much, he just has to find out what it is.

“It’s a white male in his mid thirties to late forties. He blends in, so he has to be or has been a teacher. Someone who looks like they belong into a school isn’t suspicious”, Spencer counts the facts.

“The victims all look similar, probably resembling an ex-wife or girlfriend”, Morgan adds. Before he can get into the depth of the torture a phone rings.

“My lovely crime fighters, I got an address. Charles Collins. philosophy and history. Got suspended for suggestive talk towards his female students. He is also said to stare at them and certain body parts for way too long and way too obvious. Gross. Annnd that- wait”

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch asks after a moment of silence, which is unusual for the ever bubbly tech analyst.

“You got your profile wrong. Collins doesn’t take these girls because of an ex flame.”

The team looks at each other in confusion. Garcia always stresses how she isn’t a profiler and can’t judge over people, because she only wants to see the good in them. How is she able to tell that the profile is off?

“Shoot baby girl, we don’t have much time left”, Derek urges her. He wants nothing more than to have this SOB finally behind bars. The whole team wants that.

“He has a daughter. Technically it’s not his daughter, it’s someone else’s, but he is her foster father. Go and please save both girls!”

Penelope doesn’t have to say it twice. After a brief thank you and goodbye the team is on their way to the given address. As soons as they get there, everyone notices the absence of a car in the driveway. Hotch sends Spencer, Emily and Derek through the back door, the rest goes in from the front.

“FBI! OPEN UP!”

It’s needless to say that nobody opens up. There is no other way than kicking the doors down.

After entering the house and clearing the first floor, Rossi points towards the stairs that leads to the first story. There are only two rooms. A bathroom right hand and a closed door left hand.

Morgan counts quietly down before also kicking this door down and screaming “FBI!” But he seemingly talks with air, because there is no one to be found. Once again the team swarms out to look for evidence or clues.

As Spencer looks through the room they cleared last, he sees various things that make him smile. Several bookshelves are flooded with all kinds of genres, authors and covers. At first he can’t make out in which way they are sorted. But a closer look makes him realize that they are sorted by the author’s birth year. The doctor is kind of impressed, because that means the person knows when they are born in order to find a certain book. He likes the idea, it is a nice little challenge.

While he investigates further a sound makes him stop. He sends a text to Emily and waits for her. When she enters the room Spencer gestures to her to keep it quiet. Then he points to the bed.

They lower themselves down to the floor at the same time on each side of it. A girl, no older than 14 years, lays there shivering in angst. With big doe eyes she looks at Spencer and whispers:

“Please don’t hurt me.”

A while later the team is back at the station with the girl sitting in one of the interrogation rooms. The temperature is already set down, though Hotch feels really bad for it. Still there is another girl out there waiting to be safed.

“Baby girl, what can you give us on her?” Morgan sets his phone in the middle of the table and switches the speaker on.

“Our little girl’s name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), fourteen years old. Parents were deemed to be unable to look after her since they are both heavy drug addicts and didn’t even register her crying for two hours straight. Since the age of six months she bounces through the system with nobody wanting to keep her longer than two years. They claim she is too smart for them and want somebody to look after her, who can challenge her intellectually.

“Collins took her in one and a half years ago. He got her signed up in several activities after school, like chess and academic decathlon. As of right now she is a junior with an opportunity to graduate next year. Her teachers describe her as incredibly bright with a complicated way of thinking.”

“Complicated way of thinking? Her intelligence was neglected for years, so she gave herself her own challenges. I found her books sorted by the birth year of the authors. She found ways of making things more difficult for herself, that’s why she fabricated strange ways of thinking. This is often found in children with high intelligence, who are not boosted enough by their environment”, Spencer explains, getting more and more furious.

His colleagues feel that this is a sensitive subject for their resident genius. JJ comfortably puts a hand on his shoulder, making the tense go away.

“Emily and Dave, I want both of you to interrogate her. We need to know where he hides the girls. JJ, try to hold the press off for a bit longer. Morgan, Reid, I want you to watch and look for tells or anything else”, Aaron orders.

Everyone works on their given task immediately.

You don’t need to be a profiler to see that (Y/N) is scared out of her mind. She has her feet on her chair and her head lies on her knees. When the two agents enter, she tries to at least fake some kind of composer. But she fails miserably at it.

“Hello (Y/N), may I call you that?” Emily begins in a soft voice. The teenager nods shyly. “Good, (Y/N). My name is Emily Prentiss and this is David Rossi. We are agents from the Behavior Analysis Unit from the FBI. Do you know why you are here?” The teenager shakes her head.

“Ok, let’s cut the chase”, David's voice booms through the small room. “You know exactly why you are here. From what we saw in your room you are an incredibly smart girl. How high is your IQ? 130? 135?”

“147 a-actually”, she nervously corrects the agent, never meeting his eye. The team notices this fairly quickly.

“Even better, normal people don’t know their IQ. So you know what your forster father does. You saw the news, you read the papers, you heard your classmates talk. In addition to that, the girls look alarmingly similar to you. And all of the sudden Charles is more often out than usual. So do us a favor and come clear.” Then he pulls out a picture from a manila folder on the table. Emily tries to intervene.

“Rossi, don’t. She is not the UnSub. (Y/N) is just unfortunate to be at the wrong place.” “She might as well be another UnSub if she doesn’t do anything to help us. Do you know how long you are going to jail for helping hi-”

“I don’t know anything. I- of course I saw what is h-happening. A-and I connected the dots a long time a-ago. You know, Charles lost his job and that’s a stressor. T-then Child Service was investigating him, because of the suspension’s reasons. I-I couldn’t do anything. I had no evidence, the police wouldn’t believe me. I asked him once wh-what he thinks about, you know, what’s happening. He slapped me and told me to not talk about it again. I’m so sorry, I wanna help. The only thing that comes into my mind is an old cabin he once mentioned when I first arrived at his. B-but I don’t know if it helps you. P-please, I don’t want to go to jail or juvenile, I-” Then (Y/N) breaks down into tears.

Emily is in an instant by her side trying to calm her down, while Hotch gives the information to Garcia. As soon as she finds the location, JJ takes a seat next to (Y/N) and the rest of the team flies out.

“You don’t have to be scared of him anymore, Sweetheart. My colleagues will find him and he will be tried and convicted. He will never be a threat to you again”, the blonde tries to comfort her.

“Whenever I leave an abusive home, there will be another one that’s exactly the same. The only difference with Charles was that he seemed to understand me. He helped me. There’s nobody who is willing to do what he did for me”, she admits sadly.

It breaks JJ’s heart, because her words are true. Even though he is a killer, Collins did help her. But she is also determined to show the young girl that he isn’t the only one who can do that. That there are more people out there, who are kind and as helpful if not more.

Not long after this the team brings the man into the station, Morgan guiding him with a deadbolt-like grip.

Rossi spots (Y/N) in a break room with a hot drink in her hands. While making his way over there, Spencer follows him. He wants to talk with her as well.

“(Y/N) I’m sincerely sorry if I hurt you earlier. I didn’t intend to scare you, we just had to act quickly and you were the only source of information available. I also wanted to tell you, that your achievements are astonishing and I guarantee you a bright future, maybe even at the FBI”, he winks at the end of his last sentence.

“I understand, Agent Rossi. But doesn’t everybody know their IQ? I assumed everybody gets at least tested once in their life in some way”, she asks with surprise in her voice.

At that the older man is speechless. Of all things she could accuse him of legitimately, (Y/N) goes with the most innocent question.

“Actually, not everybody gets tested. A reliable test has to be done by a psychologist and most people don’t go to one. Furthermore there has to be a valid reason to do one, that’s why a great part of the population doesn’t know their IQ”, intervenes Spencer. He has to infodump, since the last time was over half an hour ago.

“But you also have to differentiate between the several kinds of intelligence, because intelligence is way more than being good at math. There…”

Rossi stopped listening to the excited interaction between the two geniuses. Instead he watches their body languages and facial expressions. He hasn’t seen both of them more at calm than they are now.

After all there might be a way for (Y/N) to get a little Happy End.

[potatotrash0]

Oh? You've been into Childhood alternative universes lately?*slides Mastermind Nagito file back and pulls seperate piece of paper out* Let's work with that. *sits in the worn down swivel chair that I imagine myself keeping in this hellscape of a fictional office* Now :).

Hinata and Nagito first met when they were six. Nagito was still sick at this time, so his parents were taking him to a doctor in a different country in hopes of being able to treat him. Nagito was sitting on a street corner waiting as some of the servants packed up the car for their plane trip, when he notices a little boy with the greenest eyes and the oddest cowlick crying on the other side of the street. When he goes up to the child to ask what's wrong, he sees the big scrape on his knee, and the busted skateboard lying next to him. Nagito offers a hand to him. "Komaeda Nagito. Need some help?" He says with a smile that wasn't yet tainted with anxiety and despair. The kid crying grabs the hand, still bursting at the seams with his tears, and manages to say "H-hinata Hajime." in a shaky voice. When Hajime's taken inside for a glass of water and bandages, and is able to talk in a less shaky voice, they make a fond promise to hang out when Nagito gets back.

When Nagito gets back from the "trip", Hajime is in absolute shock. This sweet kid who helped him without hesitation had to deal with all this... terrible luck. Hajime does his best to look up ways to feel better, gets a bucket of a water and a handful of chocolates ( drinking water can help stop crying and chocolate can give ranged waves of dopamine [if I remember right]- Hajime doesn't know what dopamine means but it was on a site to help sadness and shit and he's just doin his best), and heads to Nagito's house. He's allowed in, and when he eventually finds Nagito curled up in the corner of his room, he stupidly drops the bucket and chocolates in front of him with a grin. Nagito responds by crawling over to him and crying on his shoulder for seemingly hours, and Hajime lets him.

Nagito was glad he had someone who wouldn't judge him for his "good luck" now.

( afterwards, Nagito says that it was alright, that he heard the servants talking about how it was good luck, since he inherited a large estate, and Hajime says he heard his parents say the same thing, and they both agree that it must have been good luck, since everyone else said so, despite the countless bruises and tears that it caused. Neither of them realize that their views on luck were permanently obscured since then.)

They grow closer after that, and don't seperate once, not as they grow older, not as life beats Nagito inwards which each traumatic event and curls into his beliefs of hope, despair, and talent, not as Hajime realizes he can't save Nagito from himself. Which each day, they grow closer and closer to the hip, practically seamed to each other.

That is, until Hope's Peak academy came into the picture. Nagito and Hajime immediately jumped for whatever chance they had to get in (both reasons are personal, but more tied to the character- Nagito still desires to be amongst the greatest, while Hajime still desires to be remembered [mostly by Nagito, though he doesn't entirely realize that's why].), but when they're still separated by the two courses, that's ywhere the problem lies. You see, Nagito is still an insensitive dumbfuck that doesn't realize how his words affect other people, and when he keeps actively degrading the reserve course students even in front of Hajime, it takes a toll. Hajime starts believing that Nagito hates him because of his status as a reserve course student now, and between the pressure of all the bullshit that happens to him because of his status and now this bs drama, he's willing to pay a price for his affection once again. A price that'll be much too permanent for either's liking.

This is where I add the Kamakura project in. I'm sorry for this upcoming angst shit but I always find my way back here.

When Hajime is presented the Kamakura project, he thinks about being able to join Nagito in the talent course and that Nagito won't be hate him for it anymore. He thinks of Nagito showering him with hugs and praise for finally being able to join him and his classmates. He thinks of the joy it'll bring to Nagito and his parents- but mostly Nagito. He thinks of Nagito, Nagito, Nagito as he signs his name. He didn't think he'd be shoved into a pod. He didn't think he wouldn't be able to see Nagito ever again. As he dies, he thinks about the little boy who offered his hand to him when his other friends left. Nagito, Nagito, Nagito. Izuru is born thinking of this boy, and it sticks. Nagito, Nagito, Nagito. He doesn't stop thinking of him, even when Enoshima and Ikusaba appeared with their proposition of despair (a part of him told him to not do it, let Nagito keep his hope, this man he couldn't remember), even when Chiaki dies in front of him (he feels... guilty, about her death, but not exactly sorrow. he wonders if he'd feel this way if the sheep man died.).

Nagito realizes who Izuru was when he turned around to aim at him. He saw the cold, dead eyes of this man, and for a moment he saw the boy who remembered him and brought him water and chocolate to help him feel better. The one person Nagito thought couldn't be affected by his luck was gone now. This was how Nagito fell into despair.

They generally stayed together for most of the apocalypse, still attached to the hip, although it was... different now. There were no more subconscious handholding moments as they traveled through the streets. There was no more trying to stop Servant from berating himself. There was no more helping Hinata's injuries. No more ice cream "dates". No more... love, in their presence.

Izuru tells Servant about his plan as they sit together on the boat to Jabberwock. Servant is sitting in the other's lap, stroking their hair as they speak. He responds with expressing his excitement, and Izuru feels a wave of guilt wash over him, though he drowns it out immediately.

Hajime wakes up to see his best friend standing over him. "Hey, Hajime, are you alright?" Nagito says, with a smile tainted with fear and despair as he offers his hand to help him up. Hajime briefly feels a sense of Deja vu, and grabs the offered hand.

(I keep making these too long dkckakkflakfkalfk f u c k)

sobs.........every time you get to the kamukura project i just brace myself bc it hurts like hell 100% of the time without fail......but ahhhhhhh i love this.......

for a moment i thought this was gonna be childhood friends and mastermind komaeda and i nearly had a heart attack?? mmm i’m still buzzing with the ideas but i’ll put it under the cut

just like. hajime finding comfort in having at least one person to rely on in this bizarre situation. komaeda really does ground him, he realizes, but that stability seems to crumble beneath him during that first trial. watching nagito, someone he thought he knew so well, reveal that he had been the one behind this elaborate plan to get himself or someone else killed? there’s no way hajime could okay after that, no way he could look at him the same way.

and he doesn’t, but he doesn’t look at him completely differently either. this komaeda, someone who’s unstable and actively looks forward to the next murder, is still komaeda. he’s still the same guy who goes through whole novels like they’re picture books, who pokes at his food at meal times and has to be nagged at to eat. he’s still nagito. and even if he wanted to, hajime couldn’t find it in himself to just ditch the guy he grew up with for all those years.

so, he reaches out again. gets to know his childhood friend for a second time, relearning his beliefs, his likes, his dislikes. even discovers some things he never noticed before. in a way, they were driven apart, but also brought back together again.

and that’s part of the reason it’s such a shock to see komaeda in monokuma’s place during that last trial, grinning down at them. he looks and sounds like nagito, but he couldn’t be him. someone who put them through all this couldn’t be that same boy who helped him when he fell off his skateboard all those years ago......right?

all of this information, from the world being a simulation to his childhood friend being the one to basically kill all of their classmates, it all throws him off. not to mention that he might not even exist outside of this program. choosing between staying with someone who betrayed him twice over or disappearing entirely........can he even make a decision like that?

[theomengirl]

~ GOM as a father ~

[notes] ~ hello! i' m sorry for not being active for the past two weeks because i was battling writer's block, and since college has started it also got in the way of my writing. the requests are piling up and i'll try to work on them as soon as possible ;;; here's a hc of your fav gom boys while you wait. thank you! ♡

Kuroko

the most normal out of the 6.

he’s really appreciative and compliments his child on something they do.

the type to give a sweet morning call and kisses them as soon as they wake up.

later at night, he would read them books and stay longer before their bedtime just to have a simple talk. “what was your favorite part of today?”

also assures them that he's all-ears if they're bothered by something.

no matter how bad his day went, he would never show it in front of them.

you and Kuroko always stick a note filled with encouraging words on their lunchbox to boost their spirit.

sets a healthy lifestyle to help with their growth because he doesn't want them to take after his low stamina.

he loves to assist when they have an art project and he'd display the artwork at home while giving a pat on the head. "look at this awesome work made by you."

Kise

the moment he officially became a dad, he cried for a whole day.

one night, you felt exhausted and Kise wasn't on the bed the moment you woke up. then you found him at the room next door, snoring on the carpet with scattered diapers while your child was sleeping soundly in their crib.

hangs family pictures all over the house and he puts his child's shots throughout the years. he's also active on social medias to boast about his little family.

he's clingy and would give big hugs and kisses at random times, for no reason at all. often argues about who love whom more.

a little sad when they refuse to accept his affection. "dad, stop it. i'm older now." "doesn't matter, i'd still hug and kiss you every day even if you grow grey hair."

spoils them with toys until there's barely any space to keep them, which gaining him a whack from you. "don't buy toys anymore." but he just couldn't look away and came home with another one.

brags about the magazines which he featured on. "doesn't your dad look handsome here?"

he takes his child to his photoshoot site once in a while and the people there would squeal.

his heart breaks if he sees them getting frustrated or sad. "hey, you have your mom and me. you'll always be our biggest pride so let's figure out together, alright? now should we crash at your favorite restaurant?"

gets excited when they do. he's also good at role plays, sometimes a cop, a prince, a monster, etc.

Midorima

a little awkward and confused as how to act natural when his child pretend to shoot him or he plays a prince.

"mom, can you play with me? dad's terrible." then he'd call Kise to ask for some advice.

often doubts himself whether he's a good father or not, but that thought got washed out after his child came home saying he got an A for his essay; 10 things i love about my father. reading it before he leaves for work has become a routine.

bonds over basketball. he'd teach his child how to shoot threes and encourage them until they get better.

he makes sure they keep lucky items with them every day.

totally lost his cool and was panicking when his child got a fever. you tried to calm him down but he instantly rushed to the hospital, only to return home again because the doctor said it wasn't serious; just a usual fever every kid runs to.

the type to set a curfew.

might push them in term of academics, but not too hard. and he would always praise them no matter how bad the score they get. "it's just a number. i just hope you understand the subject so it'll be an advantage for you in the future, you can always do better, because you're our son/daughter."

lowkey jealous if the Shutoku uncles get close to them and glares at Takao because his child seems to favor him.

Aomine

the troublemakers in the house, especially if he has a son. a carbon copy just in a smaller size.

definitely passes on his basketball legacy and they would lose track of time. you had to call them multiple times over dinner only to get responded with "5 more minutes!" and lasted for another hour.

tells them the importance of teamwork no matter how good they are in basketball. he doesn't want his child to repeat his mistake in the past.

"why are you worried over the exam you just finished, when the scores aren't out yet at that? honey, tell the kiddo what place i was during high school," he said as he laid down on the sofa, watching tv while picking on his nose. "your dad was in last place."

he would give a lesson to whoever tries to pick up on or belittle his child.

try to position himself a friend instead of a parent so they'll not be afraid to open up to him.

calls them with pet names he comes up with or he just go with "oi kiddo"

lots of skinship and he often buries them under his large body or traps their head under his shirt when he's being playful.

"don't grow up too fast. i'll be sad, you know?"

Murasakibara

despite his habit of unhealthy eating, he restricts his child to do the same.

"no more candies." "but dad, you had it more than me. can i, please?" "no. you're still growing, your teeth will rot." "so can i eat as much as you once i grow up?" "still no."

the happiest when the school invites parents for a one-day activity together. the other children hover around him because they find his purple hair amusing.

you were amazed by how much he had matured after having a child compared to before the marriage.

rewards them with snacks and sweets if they achieve something.

loves to give them teddy bear hugs.

Akashi

sets good examples that his child would follow; a man with manners.

pays full attention to their education. at the same time he takes things slowly and is aware that his child isn't a machine that should excel at everything.

"please do tell me if you ever feel like the lesson doesn't suit you. talk to me, okay?"

says "i love you" or "you're the greatest thing ever happened in our life" whenever he gets the chance.

tries his best to spend some time with them despite his busy schedules as he doesn't want to lose track of their growth.

takes them along to his business trips, classical concerts or simply playing basketball with the uncles from Teiko in hopes that his child will learn naturally by watching.

he would never demand them to be perfect like the doctrine he received from his father, because his child's happiness is number 1 priority above anything else.

teaches them leadership skills and how to earn other people's respect without hurting them.

overall, he avoids to repeat his past by being more considerate and affectionate to his own child which he treasured so much.

[ecotone99]

[RF] Wake Me Up

Waking up, Lewis noticed how much of a beautiful day today was, he didn’t know this would be the last time for a while that he’d think that. He got up and dressed, then left for the unemployment office as he had for the past couple weeks. It had been eight months since the steel mill had closed and he still wasn’t able to find any work at all. Lewis began the thirty-minute walk to the office, he could no longer afford gas to run his car. He reached Main Street of his town, the tourists visiting Indianapolis were gone so it was very quiet this time of year. Only a few hundred people remained in Greenfield through the winter. Lewis turned the corner and saw the office, it was in the tallest building of the town, only three stories. As he opened the door warm air rushed out, he hustled in and jogged down a flight of stairs to the basement. The basement was dimly lit with overhead panel lights, the flickered as Lewis walked to the door labeled ‘Greenfield Job Center’. He hated this building, it reminded him of school, he didn’t want to be there then as much as in his teen years. But that’s how he was in this mess, he had dropped out to work in the mill, now he was paying for that decision. Lewis knew the social workers here well, over the past few months they could only get him a couple of temporary jobs, he didn’t have much hope that today would be different. As he walked in he was greeted by Amy, the social worker on duty today. She had a beaming smile as always.

She popped up from her seat to greet Lewis as he walked in, “Good morning Lewis, how are you!”

“Any jobs today Amy?” Lewis replied, there wasn’t much for him to be enthusiastic about these days. “As a matter of fact, I’ve got something today. I’m not sure if it’ll be a good fit for you though.” “I can decide that, what is it?” He needed money badly and really didn’t care where it came from. “Well, it’s a medical experiment of sorts. The government is testing a new anesthetic,” she paused for a second to try to read Lewis’ expression. “You’d be put to sleep by an injection, kept under for about an hour or two, then you’ll wake up and be on your way” “Well, how much are they paying?” This was his deciding factor on every job he was offered, “No point in working all day for next to nothing” He always thought to himself when searching for all of his odd jobs he worked. “Fifteen thousand dollars” Amy grinned, she knew this was a fortune for him. “What’s the catch?” This was such an easy job, why would they come to a small town and offer so much money for such a simple and short experiment. “Is it gonna kill me?” “Well there’s always that small risk when trying new drugs, of course, you’ll get a list of possible problems from the doctors” “Why not? I’ve really got nothing to lose” he knew this money could hold him over for four or five months. A luxury of financial stability he took for granted when he still had work. “Great! I’ll let them know that you’re interested.” She was happy for him, $15k was what she made four months, anyone in Greenfield would be a fool not to take a job like this, it wasn’t a wealthy town. “So... when would this happen?” Lewis was anxious to sign up before someone else took his space. “It could happen as soon as later today.” The doctors want to do this as soon as possible of course. The faster they get testing done, the faster they can get it to hospitals and the faster they can start making money off of it. “Okay, well I guess I won't be needing to see you for a while!” Lewis remarked as he stood up to leave. “Don't be a stranger!” Amy replied as he strutted out the door.

At the hospital, a room had already been set up when Lewis arrived. It was only 11:45 so Lewis expected a lengthy wait. After ten minutes two doctors walked in and brought him to a changing room, then led him to the operation room. There was a chair to sit in and all of the various medical equipment set up. An IV bag was set up next to the chair, there was a dark purple liquid inside, he assumed it was the anesthetic. The doctors began explaining the procedure that was to take place. This new medicine was to be injected. After a few seconds he should feel woozy and after thirty seconds to a minute, he would be out cold. There would be an hour where his vital signs would be kept under constant watch to make sure the medicine is working fine. An antidote would be given after the hour and he would be set to leave soon afterward. Lewis was handed a waiver to sign. Among this waiver, there was a list of possible side effects. The major side effects were most commonly hallucinations, anxiety, and the possibility of memory problems among the other test patients. Lewis eagerly signed the waiver and passed it back to one of the doctors. He laid back, and the doctors went to work. He could feel a cold cloth on the crease of his elbow as the doctors sanitized the injection spot. He felt a sharp prick as if he were getting a flu shot as the IV went in. He could see the purple liquid crawl down the tube towards his arm. As it entered he could feel its cold presence within his veins, he grit his teeth, it was such a foreign feeling to him. His eyes began to feel as if they were made of steel, and before he knew it he was completely out cold. Lewis forced his eyes open. Instant confusion befell him when he realized he was in his bed. Not at the hospital but rather at his home. Somehow he had traveled all the way from the hospital to his house. “Must be a side effect of the medicine,” he muttered to himself. He made himself a late lunch before sitting down. Today he would celebrate finally having money since he was laid off. So off he went to go to the corner store by his house and get some drinks to party tonight. Something was off-putting to Lewis but he couldn’t understand what. It seemed as if the entire population of the town was gone, even though it was winter there should be some activity. “People should be getting out of work around this time,” he thought “the few people who still have jobs in this town.” Not only were there no cars around but there was also no clerk at the corner store. Lewis took a bottle of gin and left a twenty on the counter. At this point, he knew something was up. He was regretting not reading the entire list of side effects, the thought of “This is just the medicine.” kept going through his mind. When he returned home he just wanted to relax. He didn’t bother to grab a shot glass, he lived alone so what reason did he have not to drink straight from the bottle? He took a swig of the drink. He loved the burning feeling of the alcohol on his throat. He flicked on the TV, put on DVD and crashed down into his chair. He took a few more gulps of his gin and could feel himself becoming tipsy. He finished about half the bottle before he passed out.

Lewis jolted awake. He wasn’t in his chair anymore. In fact, he had no clue where he was. His eyes refused to open almost the same as when he first awoke from the medication. When he looked around, through the haze he could see that he as within a forest. The forest floor was covered in a fog which when he stood up came to his knees. The sky was overcast and gloomy, the wind blew the high branches of the tree about. Lewis’ heart was racing, “How did I get here. Where even is here?” Lewis stumbled about trying to find anything that could point him in the direction of Greenfield. A sharp pang of fear went through his spine, there were no forests by Greenfield, only small clusters of trees here and there. Lewis panicked and ran. He had no clue where he was going but he definitely didn’t want to be here. The terrain was extremely tough to navigate as the two feet of fog made it impossible to see where or what he was stepping on. He constantly was tripped up by various roots and rocks but kept running. Eventually, his foot slammed into root sticking from the ground, invisible to Lewis. He plowed headfirst into a tree and was knocked out cold. Lewis slowly came to consciousness. The ground felt cold as if made of metal and he could hear the wind howling as he came to. He pulled his eyes open, “What in the world...?” He was no longer in a forest but rather what appeared to be a construction site. As Lewis stumbled to get up huge gusts of wind continuously tried to push him back down, the air was frigid. He scanned his surroundings to try to see if he could figure out what was going on. He could see he was on top of what looked to be an unfinished building, he couldn’t see another building around. Lewis stood up and hesitantly. He walked to one of the corners of the site. He froze as he approached the edge, “I’ve gotta be at least 200 ft up!” Lewis was in a terror, he hated heights. He turned to walk away, he could figure out a way down AFTER he was away from the edge. As Lewis turned to get back to where he had been when he had woken up a huge gust of wind blew into him and his footing slipped. Lewis vainly thrust his arms out to try to reach anything to keep him from going over the edge. Nothing was within his grasp as he tumbled over the side of the building. This was Lewis’ nightmare, pure fear was going through his mind. He knew he was going to die. Lewis could see the empty street closer and closer until after what felt like minutes he hit the ground and everything went black. Lewis jolted awake and gasped, “What the hell is happening?” Again Lewis was not where he was before, which was especially fortunate because if he were he would have been dead. He could feel that he was moving at remarkable speeds, which worried him though. As his eyes cleared up he could tell that was driving the car, not just riding in one. He could feel the cool leather of the steering wheel between his fingers. The lines on the road seemed to blur into one line, he knew he was going fast. He looked down a the speedometer, 183 mph. Lewis had never gone this fast, nor did he want to. He slammed his foot onto the brake pedal, or where it was supposed to be. He looked down below the wheel. There were no pedals in this car. In the midst of this though, there was a moment of clarity for Lewis. He remembered his other experiences where he had been knocked out or even died. “This is a dream just like last time,” he thought. He felt calm. He calmly took a deep breath and jerked the wheel hard to the right. Lewis opened his eyes. Hopefully this time he would just wake up for real instead of another dream. He felt a glimmer of hope as he opened his eyes and saw a hospital room. He could see into the operation room, which a patient was in under anesthetic. A feeling of dread went down his spine, could see himself. The doctors were in a panic trying to apply the antidote. Lewis could see that his heart rate and blood pressure were extremely low on the monitor, although he felt fine as he was watching this. “We knew this might happen,” one of the masked doctors told another. “That doesn’t matter. What went wrong? We can’t lose him or we’ll lose our funding along with him. Every other patient was fine with this, what was different here?” the second doctor said with dismay. She knew the chance of getting their drug approved for use was quite low if they couldn’t save him. They had spent their entire career on this drug and didn’t want one anomaly to ruin the whole thing. Their attempts to try to get Lewis back seemed to be failing as the heart rate monitor slowly ticked down. The doctors got more and more frantic. Lewis heard the dreadful beep of the heart monitor as it flatlined. The doctors tried the defibrillators to try to restart his heart. Lewis could feel a pulsating pain every time he heard the electric zap of the paddles. Slowly, Lewis felt off, he leaned on the wall to keep himself from falling over. Suddenly a feeling of terror washed over him as he vainly began gasping for air. He started to feel woozy as he continued desperately choking for air. His vision began to shrink as he collapsed to the floor and blacked out. Lewis jerked awake, he was covered in sweat. He could hear gunfire in the distance. Other men ran into the bunker Lewis had been sleeping in and were struggling to grab their guns and equipment. Lewis knew this wasn’t a dream anymore. He groggily sat up to get ready, the war had done a number on him, and he knew that he was almost at his breaking point. He had night terrors like this every day for the past two weeks. Lewis tried to forget about it as he grabbed his weapon and ran to join his comrades, he had only one thing to focus on - survival.

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