#the romulus complex

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Day 2: First Date

a callback to this:

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Day 7: Hope and Despair

As he plunged into the water, T.K. gasped instinctively. He felt the water rush into his mouth. He covered his mouth with his hands, too late, but he could still breathe. Confused, he looked up. There was nothing but darkness and the feeling of water all around him. The mountain was completely gone and T.K. was still sinking. 

Despair gripped him. That wasn’t Izzy who used his new powers against him. Something else had been in their midst, posing as Izzy for who knew how long, and they were all none the wiser. T.K. hadn’t even had the chance to warn anyone. All his friends were in danger, Tai and Matt were still missing, and he was trapped falling into this endless darkness–

Except that he wasn’t sinking anymore. Slowly, the darkness was lightening into a cold grayness. T.K. could make out stone walls on either side of him and felt his feet come to rest lightly against a stone floor. Somehow, he was now in a long hallway. There were no visible light sources but he could see the walls stretching far ahead of him, an unbroken line of gray stone. 

Day 2: Writing/Storytelling

The thing smiled at him with his brother’s face, and it looked wrong. The smile was too wide, too gleeful and too cruel, with none of Matt’s natural reserve or softness. T.K. trembled, caught between the desire to back away and to rush forward and punch the smile off. 

“Welcome, little storyteller,” the thing purred. “So glad you could join us.” It moved closer. T.K. had grown over the years and Matt only had a couple inches on him but the thing still seemed to loom over him. He held its gaze, afraid to break eye contact.

It called him a storyteller… How did it know that about him? Did it know everything Matt knew? T.K. shuddered involuntarily and the thing’s smile widened beyond what seemed physically possible.

another attempt at Day 3: reunion

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Day 4: sick day