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TCAF is over now, so here's my new comic I debuted there!

Ok so basically. After Derek merges with The King in Yellow, he passes out for a couple of weeks. When Derek woke up with a baby in his arms. The baby being The King itself but significantly less powerful (it’s still an all knowing omniscient being but yk) and Derek with all the knowledge in the world—decided to run to Avery’s apartment for help. The two went back and forth on what to do with the baby and decided to raise it in hopes of it growing up to be “good”.

Okay so, when I go to the gym, I usually bring my big timer. It's about as big as my face so that I can see it from across the gym, and it has suction cups on the back so that I can stick it to the wall mirror. Here is my drawing of what it looks like:

Today, I arrived at the gym as usual. I sauntered up to the wall mirror, attached my suction cup timer, and set it to an hour. I looked back at everyone else at the gym with a smug smirk, hit a few casual stretches, and got into plank position on the ground.

After 27 seconds I collapsed. There was still 59 minutes and 33 seconds left on the timer. I just lay there face down and started weeping gently. Even though I wasn't making eye contact with anyone, everyone else at the gym still looked away with a strained expression on their face. After weeping for 10 minutes, I got up, took the suction cup timer, and hurriedly shuffled out of the gym, looking at the ground.

When I was walking past the front desk, I decided to raise my head and looked with my teary eyes back at the woman at the front desk. She always works there and might own the gym for all I know. She's an older woman with an eyepatch, in a black tanktop, and that wiry type of frame that carries more strength than you would expect. Here's my drawing of her:

She looked back at me. After a couple seconds of us looking at each other, ever so slightly

Almost imperceptibly

She nodded.

I had improved. Last week, I had planked for only 21 seconds and cried for 15 minutes.