#origin fic

i have no one to talk to about this, so i guess this is going to be the first time i live blog something. my unfiltered reactions. i have almost no words. im not sure how to like get my exact emotions typed out. what i can say though is: OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.

I'm still technically finishing it. im not all the way at the end but there's so much i need to say right fucking now. I been having the occasional back and forth with Hero for a while, mainly just working on my own fanfic for origin and occasionally sharing songs and talking about the characters themselves. ive mentioned plenty of times before to them how much i wanted Toby to have a big moment in the most recent chapters. im very fond of toby for reasons i might talk about later. if you're a very close friend of mine you guys probably already know the reason. This is that chapter for me. this is it. not even going into how well done the character interactions in this chapter are or the deep emotions happening between characters. honestly i should just make an essay about how i feel origin is a peak creepy pasta fanfic or even peak literature for me (multiple times i have considered printing it all out and putting it in a binder to make a book. much to the horror of my old ass printer). this was the moment i wanted for Toby, this was a culmination of so many emotions for me. i love this fanfic with the bottom of my heart and i already typed a lot of sporadic things. all i can say to Inkher0 is: Thank you for yet another banger of a chapter, and thank you for giving Toby the moment i so desperately wanted for him.

Received an idea like a prophet receiving visions from an autistic god (me I’m the autistic god)

So you just.

Nikita..”

His head is killing him.

“Nikita.. Can you hear me?” In English. It’s someone; Someone’s there. Trailing a careful finger over his jaw. It prompts him to open his eyes. But, the light floods him from one side like burning white lava; the right. Left does nothing; nothing but pounding pain. That and complete darkness. Some removed part of him offers that that eye must be bandaged shut. He is thankful enough; for that small mercy. The right is bad enough; has him pressing it closed with finality. The left would have him wishing for death.