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One question rung through your mind. How could they do this? He was your father, wasn't he? What kind of father does something like THIS?
A/N: I'm being vauge for now on purpose 😏 hehe
You've always been there. Usually unnoticed, only when you were useful or when they needed something. You were never noticed when you needed something. You were the "easy" one. The mature one. The one who didn't desperately NEED attention, at least you didn't SHOW you desperately needed attention.
The only times you were noticed? When you were useful. When someone had to calm Jason down. When someone had to pull Dick out of a depressive state. When someone needed to force Tim to sleep. When someone had to force Stephanie to stop pushing playfulness in front of her emotions. When someone had to speak up if Cass was accidentally unnoticed. When someone had to listen to Duke drone on about anything because nobody else would. When someone had to watch Damian so he wouldn't poison anyone because everyone else was busy.
It was a normal day, you were in your room. You've always been online schooled, it made it easier to ignore you in a way. Even though everyone else had private school, you got to stay home and finish your load of school work within a few hours. Of course, you had perfect grades. Always scoring full marks regardless of the challenge or assignment.
There was sudden shouts, sudden clatter. You jumped up from your bed, running through the hall and down the steps as fast as your body would go. You were met with utter destruction: overturned furniture, broken glass, broken items in general. You spotted the source immediately. It was Jason, it was always Jason when destruction on this level occurred. But it's never been THIS bad, sure sometimes he would kick a chair or throw something but he's never basically destroyed the house.
Currently, Dick was basically doding dishes being thrown, Jason was unleashing shouts and slurs from his mouth. Jason's eyes were full of pure fury as he hurled another plate full force at Dick, who ducked right before it would have shattered against his face.
"Little Wing, please calm down!" Dick's voice called out, laced with worry and surprise because Jason had just barely torn the house apart and began throwing stuff at him. Jason didn't reply, continuing to cuss him out while throwing stuff.
You swiftly stepped in, grabbing Jason's arm so he couldn't throw another dish. Jason's muscles, which were already tense, somehow tensed more as his rage suddenly turned to you. His usually green eyes seemed more toxic green rather than the more dim green they usually were.
You and Jason were close, you always have been even if he wasn't around often and when he was, he would insult you or ignore you. You always managed to see that hidden softness in his eyes he had for you, you were his little sibling after all. You didn't see that softness right now, his eyes were cold, hollow, distant. It's like he's not even in there right now.
You were expecting everything except what happened. Maybe he would yell at you, maybe he would cuss you out, maybe he would rip his arm away and give you a death glare, maybe he would just slowly turn to you and stare you down like you personally offended him. None of that happened tho.
The pain is swift, sharp, sudden. Your on the ground, sitting on your bum... When did you get there again? Doesn't matter. You felt a liquid pouring down your face which you soon realized was blood. You look up at Jason, who's suddenly not furious anymore, he's staring down at you in what seems to be horror, there's a broken glass plate in his hand. The plate he just shattered over the top of your head. Dick is horrified too as he rushes over, his hands hovering uncertaintly. All you can hear is the ringing in your ears, though you know Dick is talking. Jason is talking too, Jason seems more frantic and panicked as he crouches in front of you. Everything fades to a slow black as you lose consciousness.
Thoughts run through your mind as everything goes black: did Jason just hit me over the head with a plate? Who are you kidding. Of course he did! How fragile is your head for that to even happen? That also doesn't matter. You just want to know WHY. Jason had never physically done anything to you before, Jason only yelled or insulted you even though it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Jason to get in physical alternations with anyone else.
When you do wake up, the light from the sun is bright, your in your bed, in your room. And... There's nobody there. Your head is bandaged though. You were attacked for fucks sake and yet, still, NOBODY decided to be around for when you woke up? Nobody cared still? Of course.
A/N ⚠️IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ⚠️: Hello everyone! This is my first ever story so if you have like any feedback let me know! I'm kinda just doing this for fun. This is inspired by elsyageorgia's series "Pushing it Down and Praying"! Basically I liked the vague idea although I had my own ideas for a story like this so that's what this story is! Go read their series because mine is child play compared to their writing haha! Alsooo so I'm like super new to writing, if it's like an unspoken rule not to use core ideas (no I'm not gonna copy the whole story or the writing or anything, just using one of the ideas in their story) of other writer's! If it is, I'll take this post down. And if they specifically comment about being uncomfortable about me using one of their ideas I'll take it down too! Anyways byeeee!!!!
And now a special related to Valentine's Day or Valentine's Month. Ducktales comic as Valentine's Day Special "A Day to Remember" written by Connor Ratcliff and James III and drawn by Carlo Lauro.
A special comic from Dynamite publishing about Valentine's Day and how Scrooge McDuck and Magica De Spell fell in love with each other. And in a rather unusual and clumsy way. And it is interesting that it fell on Friday the 13th, since this year in February we had Friday the 13th, and Valentine's Day was on February 14th, a Saturday. However Donald's nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie and Webby together with Gyro went in search of Scrooge. And there are cameo characters like the Beagle Boys, Negaduck, Quackerjack, Donald and Daisy Duck, Flintheart Glomgold and others. I didn't post everything in terms of comic book covers because I wouldn't care so I will in the next post, and for now just the comic from beginning to end. Enjoy!
For those interested in reading previous issues, see here:
First part
Second part
Third part
Fourth part
Fifth part
Sixth part
Seventh part
Eighth part
Ninth part
Tenth part - Christmas special
I do not own any rights to this, it is the right of the author and official Disney (although I have a negative opinion of the current company). Enjoy!
It is also confirmed that Dimeshipping is canon ship after all and yes I love the love couple between Scrooge McDuck and Magica De Spell and thanks to the authors for this comic. I also wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day!
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After all, surviving in Forsaken was difficult for everyone.
Yet somehow, things always seemed to go a little better when it came to you.
And lately...
You've started feeling like someone is watching.
-At first, you don't notice anything unusual.
Rounds are just... easier.
You always seem to find what you need.
Items appear in convenient places.
Generators are easier to reach.
Escape routes somehow stay open.
Killers rarely focus on you for long.
When they do, something always interrupts them.
A missed attack.
A distraction.
A sudden change of target.
You assume you're just lucky.
-Then one match changes everything.
You're running with another survivor when Coolkid starts chasing both of you.
The survivor is clearly slower.
They're not going to make it.
So you do the obvious thing.
You turn around and try to distract Coolkid.
Trying to pull his attention away from them.
Coolkid charges toward you
And suddenly stops.
Completely.
For a second he just stares.
Then his face drops.
Like he just realized something horrible.
"WAIT."
Everyone freezes.
Including you.
Coolkid points directly at you.
"OH."
"OH, YOU'RE THE SPECTRE PERSON."
You blink.
"...The what?"
Coolkid laughs nervously.
The kind of laugh people make when they're about to make a terrible mistake.
"HAHA—NOPE."
"NOPE."
"I'M NOT DOING THIS AGAIN."
Before you can react, he grabs your shoulders and physically pushes you toward a safe area.
"GO OVER THERE."
"DON'T MOVE."
"DON'T EVEN LOOK AT ME."
"...What are you talking about?"
"I DON'T WANNA BE IN ANOTHER TROUBLE."
And before you can ask what that means, he's already running away.
Ignoring you completely.
Returning to hunt everyone else instead.
The entire match you're left wondering what happened.
Why did he seem scared?
Why did he refuse to touch you?
And what exactly is a Spectre person?
-That night, while trying to sleep, the question crosses your mind.
What was he talking about?
A voice answers.
"An unfortunate misunderstanding."
You nearly jump out of bed.
Because you never spoke.
Not a single word.
"Though I confess his reaction was amusing."
The voice is calm.
Old-fashioned.
Polite.
The kind of voice that sounds like it belongs to another century.
And somehow...
You know exactly who it is.
-From that point onward, the conversations begin.
At first they're rare.
A comment here.
An answer there.
Then they become more frequent.
Eventually Spectre starts responding to thoughts before you even realize you're thinking them.
"You ought to sleep."
'I wasn't sleeping.'
"Precisely."
'Stop reading my mind.'
"No."
'That wasn't a request.'
"I am aware."
over time it becomes normal.
Almost comforting.
You start expecting his voice.
Searching for it when he's quiet.
Wondering where he is when he disappears for too long.
-And Spectre is always there.
Always watching.
Always listening.
Always observing.
He remembers everything about you.
Every favorite food.
Every habit.
Every fear.
Every insecurity.
Every embarrassing memory.
Every lie.
Nothing escapes his attention.
Nothing.
-Unlike humans, Spectre doesn't understand love immediately.
At first he believes you're simply interesting.
Then fascinating.
Then important.
Then necessary.
And by the time he realizes what happened, he's already hopelessly attached.
-The problem is that Spectre doesn't love like a human.
He's ancient.
Powerful.
Possessive.
And entirely unaccustomed to sharing things he cares about.
-The realm itself starts favoring you.
Generators fail less often.
Items appear more frequently.
You survive situations you absolutely shouldn't survive.
Other survivors slowly begin noticing.
Killers notice too.
Most become cautious around you.
Some become outright nervous.
Because nobody wants Spectre's attention focused on them.
Especially not when he's upset.
-Jealousy is something Spectre learns surprisingly fast.And unfortunately, he learns it because of you.
Whenever another survivor starts spending too much time with you, Spectre becomes irritated.
Not immediately.
At first it's subtle.
Their luck worsens.
Items disappear.
Generators malfunction.
Killers find them more often.
-Then it gets worse.
If Spectre genuinely dislikes someone, the trials become miserable for them.
Not enough to kill them permanently.
Never enough to break the rules completely.
Just enough to remind them of their place.
-When confronted, Spectre always acts innocent.
"I have done nothing."
"Spectre."
"Nothing unreasonable."
"You made their entire week a nightmare."
"A slight inconvenience."
"They cried."
"Unfortunate."
-Even worse, sometimes his jealousy extends to you.
Not through violence.
Never through violence.
But through quiet warnings.
Possessive little reminders hidden beneath polite words.
"You are free to speak with whomever you wish."
A pause.
"Though I cannot guarantee I shall enjoy observing it."
-The scary part is that he never sounds angry.
Never raises his voice.
Never loses his temper.
Every threat is spoken calmly.
Politely.
As though he's discussing the weather.
And somehow that's far more terrifying.
-Still, despite all of it
Spectre genuinely cares.
In his own strange way.
Whenever you're scared, he's there.
Whenever you're hurt, he knows.
Whenever you're lonely, his voice appears.
Whenever you're in danger, the world itself seems to bend around you.
-You eventually realize something frightening.
The safest place in Forsaken is beside Spectre.
And the most dangerous thing in Forsaken...
Is being someone that stands between Spectre and the person he loves.
-One day, after a long silence, you finally ask him the question that's been bothering you for months.
"Why me?"
For once, Spectre doesn't answer immediately.
The pause lasts several seconds, An eternity for someone who always has an answer.
Finally, he speaks.
Softer than usual.
"I do not know."
Another pause.
"I merely know that when you are absent..."
The voice grows quieter
Almost thoughtful.
"...the realm feels considerably less alive."
And somehow that's the closest thing to a love confession you're ever going to get from an ancient being who watches the entire world just to make sure you're still there.
Robert Robertson's mindset going from "All I am worth is what I can do to help others" to "I am made to help people but I also have people who love me and I cannot let myself make my grave here" and the Z Team all going feral over it.
