#that was harder to write than expected

[breannasfluff]

How about Venus for dp with Danny and Sam, cause I could see this going a couple of ways and I'm curious!

Congrats on the follower milestone btw!!!!! You deserve every last one for the incredible dedication and love you give to everything you create, and more people should appreciate it!!! Have a cake!!! 🎂

And cheese, as a treat <3 🧀🧀🧀🧀

“Look, Venus is out tonight.” Danny bumps Sam’s shoulder, pointing up at the sky.

“That bright one?”

Danny moves her finger to the right slightly, squinting to see if it’s at the right angle. “There. See how it glows?”

She hums, pulling Danny back to lie in the grass. They’re in the park, looking up at the night sky as they wait for Tucker to join them. Ghost patrol was fast because–for once–Danny caught a break. It’s rare that they have the chance to just…relax together anymore. 

“Did you know that Venus was the luckiest roll in a dice game as well?”

Sam snorts as she stretches in the grass. “No, but that seems like some weird thing you’d know. Where’d you pick it up from?”

“Pandora.” Danny’s grin isn’t visible in the dark, but it leaks into his voice like sunlight on a rock. “She’s trying to teach me how to play.”

“How’s training going with her?”

“I’m learning how to use a sword and a spear. Which is a sentence I never thought I’d say in my life.”

“Danny.” Sam’s voice is dry. “You live with your parents. It’s not that far off, honestly.”

“Touche.”

The two lie in silence, broken only by the crash of bushes as Tucker joins them.

Overhead, Venus is rising.

[skania]

I need to know your thoughts on the leaks about Kana slapping his corpse in front of his mother plz?

Ever since TB, Kana's character has been acting like a clown and this chapter is no exception. A clown through and through 🤡

[neallo]

not to publicly self-fellate again but they invented romance actually

[sa1808fi]

HEY WHO WANTS A FLUFFY EMMETSTYLE FIC

BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I'M TRYING TO DO RN

(with a side of dangerstyle too)

[t34-mt]

Did you keep working on the wiki?

I work on it when I have time / even want to, don't bother with asking me for updates much, i haven't done almost anything since last ask.

a reminder that this will never be a worldbuilding i do for others to see, but just my super personal playground i go into constantly. and that sometimes i share about in public here

i don't really care about having to deliver things for people eitherway, as rude as that may sound im not obligated to, it since its just a hobbie. watch me take years, if ill even have it on public anyways!

[mantisgodsdomain]

The Job Board system, which in terms of overseeing tends to fall somewhere between the Explorer's Association and the mail service, is a system that allows bugs across Bugaria to send off jobs to any bug who might take them. It is known primarily for its incredible efficiency at copying and posting jobs throughout Bugaria, as well as its ability to take down jobs that have been completed within a day of their fulfillment.

Just about any bug can post a mission through this system, with some light checks to make sure it's legitimate, and just about anyone can take a mission - with some caveats. The more difficult a mission is marked as, the more likely you are to need to show some proof of ability- occasionally very eclectic proof of ability. While an Explorer's Permit can allow you to shortcut almost all low-end requirements, anyone who isn't registered in the system will have to repeatedly prove aptitude for low-end jobs, which can get exceptionally annoying very fast, particularly as the Job Board and publicly accessible jobs tend to be almost exclusively to the low end of things.

Technically an extension of the Job Board system, the Bounty Board handles a lot of relatively high-paying jobs, often put up using communally-raised funds rather than a single person. While the Job Board gathers jobs of comparatively low importance, and allows them to be taken by anyone, the Bounty Board is specifically for jobs that are anticipated to be difficult enough to need a whole crew of bugs.

The requirements to run an outpost of a bounty board are significantly more rigorous than the standard job board, as applicants going after these jobs are much more rigorously vetted - an Explorer's Permit will often serve as a way to help you shortcut the line, putting all of your prior accomplishments in easy reach and allowing the certified offices that run these jobs to make an easy background check on you.

Alternatively, of course, some less legitimate venues can piggyback off the certification of an actual office, pretending to be another location and allowing you to shortcut the entire certification process to obtain the reward without having to prove your capability to do a job. Technically speaking, jobs taken in Doppel's tavern will show up as being taken from the bounty board office run by Utter - though this establishment doesn't technically have a physical location.

Unlike with a typical bounty board mission, you also get paid up front upon providing a specified part of the slain monster, rather than having to wait for the kingdom you're working in to certify the danger is gone before wiring you your reward. Also unlike with a typical bounty board mission, the house will take a certain cut of your reward. These venues may also take "unofficial" bounties - organized by parties who can't or won't go through the official venues to get a problem handled, or simply by people who are hunting for specific parts of a monster. You won't be tested as thoroughly before taking the job- but your client won't be, either.

[wandixx]

Serious chaos one-shot snippet

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from kittens he was bottle feeding but let out hum indicating he listened.

“I think about trying out more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only appropriate course of action was to offer his aid.

Also features: Dani and Damian working at an animal shelter, Steph being fashionable, and Batman's rouge gallery and no, it's not a spelling mistake :)

[cloudwhisper23]

While falling into the past wasn't Mike's initial hope, it does force all three of them to face their past realities… Settling back in is rough for Cassidy, who remembers how alone she used to be. For Mike, it's like putting on a pair of gloves. It's almost too easy to be a mean older brother again. Charlie finally gets to hear her father sound happy again.

Maybe for now, that'll be enough for all three of them. But the threat of a killer looms over them all, and they still haven't remembered who he is or why he killed in the first place.

[buttdumplin]

It'd be nice to see Price be as desperate for a househusband as he seems to be for a wife

[watcheraurora]

Enemy — An Imaginary Deepfrost AMV

Hi. I'm brainrotting so hard for a Deepfrost animatic/AMV set to Enemy by Imagine Dragons. Specifically the one without rap because I like the ID bridge more (both thematically for Deepfrost and also because I just harbor distaste for most rap in general) so, uh... I wrote it out again, since I can't draw very well or animate

—

The first bam of the music is Deepfrost's eyes opening, glowing pale blue, with black sclera. The next bam is him looking to his left, our right. On "Look out for yourself," his face is obscured by swarming shadows.

"I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows" shows him sitting up on his cot in his hideout, the dark, cold basement under the abandoned arcade, blond and green-eyed, and run his hand through his hair. He gets out from under the blanket to reveal his under armor leggings and fluffy socks

"For my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground" is him sitting at his hideout computer (with three monitors) and open multiple security camera feeds. One of them is the division. The shot zooms in on it a little

"I'm searching to behold the stories that are told" cross dissolves to Deepfrost out in the field, blue-haired and -eyed, alone, standing opposite Sheriff who is reaching out one hand, the other iced to a wall: You could come back—rehabilitation is always an option on his mouth. Deepfrost wipes his bleeding mouth on the back of his hand

"When my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned" Deepfrost turns away, the hopeful smile dropping off Sheriff's face.

The screen swims to a memory—obviously-younger Deepfrost standing opposite Lore and Arctic Fox. Arctic Fox has a hand on Deepfrost's shoulder, smiling behind his face mask and giving him a little shake of the shoulder in appreciation while Deepfrost smiles as the lyrics say, "Tell you you're the greatest"

"But once you turn, they hate us..." Deepfrost turns away as Arctic Fox releases his shoulder, and the screen shows him change from hero to in-between to villain proper in three cuts as he turns his back on Fox and Lore, hood going from down to up and smile disappearing as he walks toward a shadow on the side of the screen, where Impulse, GeminiSlay, Blood Moon, and Poultry Man linger as silhouettes against the shadow, and Arctic Fox's face turns sad but Lore's becomes angry and hateful toward Deepfrost's retreating back as he goes from teenage hero to adult villain.

The bam right before the chorus is a flash of the first time Deepfrost uses the Sonic Shriek against Doc, concentrated on the rings of blue from the sonic blast

"Oh the misery" cuts to Deepfrost dead-stopping a chop from Sheriff on a column of ice that splinters from the force of Sheriff's strength

"Everybody wants to be my enemyyy-Y!" continues the scene as Deepfrost replies with an attack of his own

The next bam is his own attack being blocked by Sheriff

"Spare the sympathy—everybody wants to be—my enemy" is a quick cut to a similar fight, but between Arctic Fox and Deepfrost, still hand-to-hand that continues, clearly showing Arctic Fox winning, getting Deepfrost's arms wrangled behind him until the first "Look out for yourself" where a flare of jagged ice bursts from Deepfrost's hands between him and Arctic Fox, forcing Fox to release him, and he skates away while the "my enemy—look out for yourself" continues, ending with Deepfrost alone and escaped

The shot pans in tight to his face and his eyes look up to the camera, icy blue but full of fight as the song says "But I'm ready"

"Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall" shows Lore and Sheriff talking, Deepfrost on security footage on the computer monitor between the two of them

"And the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called" zooms in hard on the monitor to cut to a memory (slightly desaturated colors) of teenage Deepfrost smiling as he trains at hand-to-hand with Arctic Fox and then jump cuts to him as he argues with Lore, a little older but still obviously young

"I stack it in my mind, and I'm waiting for the time" cuts back to present-day Deepfrost zipping into his body armor, hefting his coat onto his shoulders, and flipping up his hood

The shot flips quick to him standing alone in a plaza, arms out to either side of him from the elbows like he's challenging someone as the lyrics go, "When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic" and as the crescendo turns into a near-scream, a swarm of darkness twists and twines out of his body, consuming the screen

"Tell you you're the greatest" jumps to him standing in front of the other villains, looking straight ahead while they're all prepped for a fight

"But once you turn they hate us" shows the main roster of the division directly facing off against them

At the little "hah" of the vocals in the song, Deepfrost's mouth quirks up into his lopsided, self-satisfied, wicked, playful, devious, smug little smirk

He hurls a burst of white-blue energy across the distance toward the heroes on the first bam of the music that explodes into a shattering of icicles on "oh the misery"

"Everybody wants to be my enemy" is the other villains engaging with the heroes, running, flying, and leaping past him while he takes a step back to do his work from a distance.

"Spare the sympathy—everybody wants to be my enemy" is his angry expression as he does his work in the fight and draws Sheriff right in, keeping himself safe on "look out for yourself!" with a shield of ice blocking one of HoTGuY's arrows from hitting him from a different direction, not even looking at where it came from or where the shield was going, just flinging a hand

The fight continues, the other heroes and villains in the background, Sheriff and Deepfrost in the foreground, showing Deepfrost gaining ground in the fight and at the second "Look out for yourself!" he rips Sheriff's whip from his hands and tosses it away

"They say 'pray it away'" cuts to a brief desaturated shot of teenage Deepfrost with his arms crossed in an armchair, getting lectured by Joel

"I swear that I'll never be a saint, no way" jumps to still-desaturated Deepfrost and Joel fighting—hurling lightning and ice at one another with fury in both of their faces, Deepfrost winning, but only just barely

"A chair in the corner is my place I stay" shows hero Deepfrost lingering at the back of a division meeting with his arms crossed, sitting in the corner, not looking impressed with whatever Joel is presenting on at the front of the room

"I shake and I think about the powers at play, the powers at play" is Deepfrost actually shaking, watching cops descend on a protest in riot gear, baring his teeth in frustration and running to go try and help the protestors, still desaturated

"And the kids in the dark that were doomed from the start" cuts to Deepfrost and Lore fighting again, but now in a dome of darkness where Deepfrost is in full color, eyes glowing and sclera black, but Lore is just a silhouette

The fight continues through "The child in the basement, face to the pavement" including Deepfrost getting slammed down onto the ground and leaping back to his feet

"Oh what a statement, love is embracement, love is a constant, love is a basis" shows Deepfrost stumbling into Skizz's apartment, nose bleeding, blue fading back to blond and green as he sobs and falls into Skizz's arms, who just holds him there. He drops a bundle that is his suit and coat and shakes his head

"He cannot be" shows Deepfrost, Impulse, and Poultry Man all standing together

"She cannot be" shows GeminiSlay and Blood Moon back-to-back, weapons drawn

"They cannot be changed" shows the entire villain crew of the city in a shot that pulls out

"But keep on praying" is Deepfrost sweeping to the front and center, a wicked smile forming on his face

"Goodbye" cloaks the villains in a bubble of darkness

"Oh the misery!" returns and with every heavy beat, the villains are shown destroying a whole bank of factories along the river. Fire, explosions, bursts of ice, a winged silhouette swooping over all of it, accompanied by arrows of light and arcs of an energy sword, one factory crashing down after another while the chorus repeats

Intercut briefly with Lore getting an alert on his screen that shows the villains wrecking carnage on the factories and hitting an emergency button to alert the heroes.

But then back to the villains tearing the buildings down with joy and pleasure.

As the "pray it away, I swear, I'll never be a saint no way" comes back in, the camera starts tightening in on just Deepfrost and his work on the factories, using ice to burst pipes and crumble concrete pillars while the other villains are seen sporadically in the background. The camera spins around him, getting ever closer

On the last "Look out for yourself!" it ends on Deepfrost's glowing eyes and smirk as jags of ice shoot up from the bottom of the frame and cut the 'camera feed' off

[autisticlee]

no one knows just how hard I work at things. how I have to work 1000000x more than the average person to compensate for being autistic and adhd and probably other things i'm working out with therapist, and having a sort of physical disability i've not received any help or treatment for. everyone assumes I don't try or give up too soon. they think I just started, need more practice. they think I expect everything handed to me immediately with no work or effort and don't acknowledge the multiple years i've put into things. they think I have no right to be upset about still failing to get where I want even after working my entire life to get there, while watching people around me surpass even my meager goals within a fraction of the time and work i've out into the same thing. constantly getting surpassed by everyone around me who seem to barely do any work to get there compared to me. it's all handed to them and falls into their lap so easily. all because they don't have the extra obstacles to overcome and work around that I do. while they go from point A to Z immediately with no major stops in between, I have to go through every single letter and then some, often getting sent back to the start. but it's always *my* fault, according to everyone. it's not the fault of those around me who ignore me, don't support me, don't help me, don't believe in me, etc. it's my fault they don't do those things. because doing the work of 10 people in one isn't enough, just because it's me. and not reaching Z as fast as everyone else means I don't deserve any of the support or help or anything else and means i'm not trying hard enough. it doesn't matter that I *need* to work harder than 100 "normal" people combined to get even half the result! Just because I can't reach what they do means i'm not trying hard enough! ugh.

[platypusisnotonfire]

I am doing perhaps the most hilariously overboard and unnecessary world-building thing (probably not the most….creating 5 accurate conlangs based on languages from 800ad merging and gaining specific vocabulary from 2000 years of life in very different planets is probably up there since that took a year and I only referenced one of them in the actual book… but that was a different book/universe)

I am currently making MANY spreadsheets of duty rosters to logistically make Exodus Terminal run with 53 people and still have scouting missions happening. Every department has its own sheet and all 53 characters have their own sheet to describe exactly where everyone is at any given point in time. There’s also a « crew by alphabetical order » sheet and a « crew by rank » sheet to help inform the choices of where people best slot in.

[aria0fgold]

[You flew too close to the sun...]

Click the image to be able to read the writing clearly! :D

Odette belongs to @gilfodile

[breakfastteatime]

Just got a rejection from an agent that said they really liked my 'line by line' writing but not the plot of the book. I am both happy (I can write characters!!!) and sad (but I can't pull off an engaging plot) and I am going to treat both my sadness and my ongoing migraine to a very nice bath after work 👍

[lightwing-s]

Oh oh! I got one pick me!

Humming in dissatisfaction, you pick up the hero easily with "pissed-off strength".

a/n: as you didn’t specify who you wanted, I chose jason because I miss writing for him but i hope you like it anyway 💜

Waiting for your trap to do its work, you heard a click and the sound of someone hitting the floor.

“You you won’t escape this time, Harley” you said, but her recognizable laugh disappeared out of the warehouse, leaving you confused.

Getting closer, you quickly identified the strong body laying in front of you. Humming in dissatisfaction, you pick up the hero easily, with build pissed-off strength.

“Good seeing you again, Y/n.” Jason greeted, a smile spread across his face. “I know I’m a nice catch, but there are better ways for you to catch my attention than trapping me three nights in a row.”

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send me a word/sentence and I'll write you a 100 words blurb

[gz-missfit]

Trying to write out something about these 2 from yesterday cause I'm ngl I'm still fucked up about the way the got separated </3

These 2 are gonna be the death of me at some point, and even now with a clearer mind I'm still not ready to cope with what happened pffff.

They couldn't see each other but still locked eyes, Pac having just received a message on his communicator from Fit about coordinates they've been searching the prison for to finally save their Walter Bob. They were quick to climb down the floors to meet up with said man, hushed whispers calling out to him as he focused harder on his work and mumbled his answers to them.

It wasn't until Pac's skin started to tingle that he realized they didn't have much more time to explore, and the glance he could throw at Mike's flashing form due to their potions running out told him he wasn't alone. All 3 quickly said their goodbyes to Fit, appreciating his help and leaving with hearing the apology of not being able to join due to needing to finish this job, the anxiety of losing the position creeping into the bald man's eyes.

The travel was quick, laughs shared as all 3 of them rode their horses, laughing at Richa's stumbling or an off-hand comment by Mike. It didn't feel like a mission to save their friend for a bit, but rather to just meet up with someone they hadn't seen for a while. As the 3 climbed up on the stoney shore dug up by hand and their sons eyes fell onto the edge of the jungle their stomachs dropped. 

Blood.

A trail of blood leading behind the bushes and into the shaded areas deep in the woods that surrounded them. Pac could feel the anxiety claw at his throat, the scratches it made during the time they explored the prison and he got caught in a trap still being raw and sore causing his panic to rise even faster. Glancing at Mike told him his other half wasn't feeling the same type of fear though.

Mike's eyes were locked on the blood, his look dark and threatening like he was just waiting for the person they could blame for this to show themselves so he could explode in their face, and the hisses of anger that erupted from deep within the hybrid made Pac worry about him actually physically exploding. It wouldn't have been the first time.

A rustling of the bushes made Pac swing his head around, his eyes scanning the green landscape that surrounded the trio and it took him a few takes before he noticed the entity floating in front of him. Before he could even draw a weapon he started shouting towards his son, moving to cover him as Mike stepped closer again to see what the yelling was about, hiss dying in his throat like he was frozen as soon as his eyes locked onto the entity as well.

Pac's whole body shook as it approached, his anxiety already being at a high now shooting through the roof as he separates from Richas in a desperate hope to lead the entity away, begging it to follow him rather than go for his son. It was only then that he got a good look at the sword the being now held, it was a longsword. Shattered in the middle of the blade, being held together by seemingly nothing except for lines of code invisible to the naked eye. It shone green, emitting green particles that were glitching out as soon as they fell from the weapon.

Pac's breath caught in his throat.

Come to think of it, when was the last time he took a breath?

Mike's voice cut through the fuzziness of the panic attack that was currently trying to wash over Pac like a wave of ice cold water. He shook his head, trying to look for the location the voice was coming from only to feel a slice at his arm. The blade stung as it pierced his skin and he could feel an almost poison like magic run through every bit of his body. It set his veins ablaze for a split second and once he came back to himself he noticed the items he held dear in his hotbar were now scattered on the floor. Green glitching particles clinging to them like parasites.

He stumbled back, Mike's voice getting clearer now that the adrenaline had pushed his panic attack deep down into himself where it should've been in the first place, he finally finds his voice again as he calls for his other half. Desperate as he feels another slice of the sword in his back as he runs, he ends up getting caught in some bushes, closing his eyes tightly as he calls out to Mike that this is it. That he doesn't want to go but he can see that Mike's sword bounces off the being like it's nothing. That he needs Mike to get out of there, to stay alive. 

Just as he was about a hit away from passing out, wounds scattered across his body sizzling with the same green particles that surrounded the items that got taken from him mere seconds ago and were now scattered across the floor, did he hear a thud. He carefully opened an eye just to rip them open as he saw the thing follow Mike now, his body desperately protesting the movement of his muscles against the plants he got caught in which were ripping at his wounds as he tried to move.

It all went black.

He was soaked.

He could feel Mike's breath against his arm.

He opened his eyes and instantly locked them with Forever, he could see the others mouth moving but nothing was being picked up by Pac's brain, an almost humming static getting louder and louder as he could feel the green particles in his wounds buzz with what he assumed was sick and twisted anticipation of what's to come. 

Looking to his side he could see Mike, passed out after a nasty hit on his arm and hitting his head during the rough teleportation of their shared stasis chamber, Pac reached out through their mental link and physically. Hands shaking at the adrenaline wearing off and pain of his wounds becoming clearer to his mind. He activated Mike's warpstone and set it to the location of their safe room which they spent the day after their prison escape in, looking back he couldn't have told anyone why he did it. Just that he had a feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong and he needed to know Mike was safe. He needed to make sure he was safe. He needed to protect the person he chose to have a bond that goes beyond words with even if it meant sending them away.

Green eyes slowly opened and locked with Pac's dark ones, he smiled sadly as the particles that had embedded themselves in his wounds buzzed brighter setting his body ablaze with a yelp. While Mike's vision got clouded by the purple particles taking him to a location he didn't know. He could see Pac get drowned out by green ones, and before he could reach back for his friend both vanished. Mike's purple cloud taking him to a place of safety while Pac's green one ripped him apart and put him back together a few feet above a deep ocean.

As he fell he could do nothing but call for Mike, pulling at the strings that merged their minds together in a desperate attempt to hold on as the cold water forced a painful gasp out of his lungs. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes but were quickly washed away by the angry waves that pulled him deep below the water, his lungs burning at the pressure of it and it forcing itself into his body as he desperately tried to gasp for air. He knew he was close to passing out, fear rushing to his mind of this being the end but a bitter smile making itself onto his face as he realized his son was safe, and with how he could now also feel Mike desperately rip at the strings that bound them together it told him he was safe too. He let out a bitter chuckle which forced more water into his lungs as he finally let his eyes fall close from sheer exhaustion, the last thing he did was call back to the ripping in his mind yelling for the others name only to have the strings snap before his eyes. 

Everything was black now.

Tazers mind was now offline.

On the other side of the island a creeper/slime hybrid was now on his knees. Tears flooded from his eyes as he desperately called out to his best friend's name with a voice that's obviously been screaming for a bit now and was at the border of breaking through the abuse his vocal chords were taking. He couldn't even say goodbye, waking up from having passed out through a teleportation only to be met with Pac's eyes and see him be engulfed by a green cloud that made his wounds glow as Mike's warpstone engulfed him in a purple one, the teleport almost made him throw up as he quickly scanned his surroundings only to realize he was in their safe room. One where he'd spent endless nights of being shook awake by nightmares of Walter Bob being taken only to have Pac there by his side to ease the pain of each one. 

The room felt empty without the others' presence, even with it's small size.

Mike could feel the anger bubbling in his throat at Pac for sending him away, not letting him stay, not letting him help. Before he could call out Mike was hit with a wave of coldness that made his bones clatter at how deep it ran into him, his eyes snapping wide open as he realized that the strings in his mind that connected him to someone he couldn't see right now were pulled tightly and being covered in a thick layer of ice that reached Mike's body in a phantom feeling. He scrambled to call back, to call Pac's name the same he had just called his but there was no response. His calls fell onto nothingness as his soulbounds voice echoed in his brain. Mike was panicked about to get up and try to get out of the room where Pac had sent him, only to freeze as a snap ran through his brain. He quickly tried to pull at the all familiar strings that connected to Pac, even with one of them asleep there'd be something transmitted among them even if it was just the heavy weight of a sleeping consciousness. But there was nothing. All he got was a TV static like buzzing and even that felt like utter silence in comparison to what he'd usually get in return.

So here he was now, fallen to his knees as he clutched the Pacman pendant he had held for decades close, Pac carrying the matching creeper one. His voice was hoarse and raw as nothing but sobs left his mouth in hitching painful breaths as his body dealt with the aftershock of burning lungs and freezing bones.

He was alone with his thoughts now, no constant stream of input from the person he chose to spend his entire life with, only a faint buzzing as he begged for that connection to still be there, nothing but silence and emptiness surrounding him.

Mike's breath hitched painfully as exhaustion and blood loss from his wound finally hit him, the adrenaline letting off and causing his body to be hit by waves of pain and exhaustion. He fell forward, landing in the soft padding of the floor of their safe room as his eyes started to fall shut he could do nothing but whimper as his body lost the energy to even fully cry. Hoping he'd wake up to someone else there, but also wishing he would never wake up until there actually was someone there. But he knew this world wouldn't be that kind to him. With a few last painful breaths his eyes finally fell shut as his cries fell onto an empty arena with no one to hear him.

Craft was now alone. 

And he needed to be stronger than ever before.