Me, Phone Off, Stylus Put Away, No Notebook Or Pencils In Sight: "man, I Can't Wait To Draw My Characters

Bone spaghetti.

Andrew gasped, breathing heavily. "What- Where am I?" Pulling down his arm, he clutched at his heart that he felt stop just moments ago, a bullet having dug its way into the organ and tearing it apart. But clearly he wasn't dead, right?

"... Huh?" His heart wasn't beating. Pausing, he sat up and put a finger to his wrist. Likewise, he had no pulse. "Right… I'm in some random field that seems to go on for miles, and I'm apparently a dead man walking. Great." Andrew stood up. As he looked ahead towards the rising sun, he caught a glimpse of something that looked vaguely like a city.

finally finished writing basic story/backstory of ara (from one of the SS clubs) sans a few details and stuff.

Do y'all ever just stop thinking and let your brain take control of your thoughts?

I was walking around one day, and my phone died, so no music. So I was walking back home, and all I could do was listen as my brain just went everywhere all the time. "Jeez, I'm really in the mood for pizza hut. Yo, chipotle sounds pretty good right now. Man, that one thing I did back in 4th grade was pretty edgy, right? Oh yeah, I forgot I had 3 cats at home, despite how much of my life they take up. Yo, I just had a great idea for the next verse of my song I'm writing- wait, I can't write it down, my phone is dead. Damn, my feet hurt so much. I should probably walk around more often to stretch those muscles again. I need a massage. I wonder how many pancakes it would take to crush Ohio. What would happen if I- oh, I'm home? Welp, time to charge my phone and drink half a gallon of chocolate milk in 30 seconds."

Yeah.

After my daily dose of annoying Max, I put in my earbuds and play some lo-fi, while unconsciousness slowly wraps me up in her sweet imbrace.

…

"Your time is almost at hand, son.

Play your part well."

…

I wake up in a cold sweat, paralyzed with fear. I don't know why, but I feel like something big is gonna happen soon. That voice… where do I know it from?

What did I dream about again?

Regardless, I find the strength to get out of bed. I'll need some water after… whatever just happened.

I look around to try to find the clock. It's two in the morning.

WE ONTO THE DREAMWALKER ERA BAYBEE (when i figure out that the fuck to do with it first)

I gotta be honest with y'all; I'm a fuckin' dumbass.

Y'all ever just have those kinds days where you look back on it and be like "yup, that was a day. That day some things that happened, and those things that happened were on that day. Like, can you believe that? And that day was one of the days that happened to be just that: a day. It was truly a day indeed."

I nod thoughtfully. "I see. Well, thanks for clearing that up for me."

She smiles again. Any time. By the way, your brother is a real charmer.

I chuckle and say "well, he was supposed to go meet some characters today."

I glance over at Shaper, who replies "hey, none of those characters can even hold a candle to this one."

Andromeda blushes, and sits back down with Shaper, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Arianna smirks and leans over to me, saying "eh, I'll give 'em a month."

I lean over to her and l respond "heh, I'm not so sure. I know Shaper, and he isn't the kinda guy to just last a month in a relationship.

I'll give them a week, tops."