Chapter 1: prompts
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DAY 1: GUNSHOT / UNCONSCIOUSNESS (finished)
DAY 2: HYPOTHERMIA / SHOCK (finished)
DAY 3: HIT & RUN / ADRENALINE (finished)
DAY 4: CAME BACK WRONG / PTSD (unfinished)
DAY 5: CAPTIVITY / LOSS OF POWERS (finished)
DAY 6: STRANDED / SEARCH AND RESCUE (unfinished)
DAY 7: DEFANGING / DECLAWING / RESTRAINTS (not started)
DAY 8: SENSORY OVERLOAD / CATATONIC (not started)
DAY 9: MERCY / TRANQULIZER (not started)
DAY 10: IMPALED / PARALYSIS (not started)
DAY 11: BLOOD TRAIL / BLEEDING OUT (not started)
DAY 12: PARANOIA / HALLUCINATIONS (not started)
DAY 13: DEMONIC POSSESSION / FAKED DEATH (not started)
DAY 14: SICKNESS / WITHDRAWL (not started)
DAY 15: MEMORY LOSS / SIDE EFFECTS (not started)
DAY 16: CONCUSSION / HEAD INJURY (not started)
DAY 17: TIMELOOP / SURVIVOR’S GUILT (not started)
DAY 18: ACCIDENT / BROKEN GLASS (not started)
DAY 19: INTOXICATED / DRUGGED (not started)
DAY 20: OUTNUMBERED / OVERWHELMED (not started)
DAY 21: WHIPLASH / PASSING OUT (not started)
DAY 22: EXHAUSTION / FORCED BEDREST (not started)
DAY 23: TRAPPED WITH THE ENEMY / BECOMING THE MONSTER (not started)
DAY 24: WOUNDED CARETAKER / SLEEP DEPRIVATION (not started)
DAY 25: DEHUMANIZATION / LIVING WEAPON (not started, but not-so-paitently waiting)
DAY 26: MAKESHIFT SPLINT / HIDDEN INJURY (not started)
DAY 27: DEATH WISH / NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE (not started)
DAY 28: POWER INSTABILITY / PHOBIAS (not started)
DAY 29: HYPOXIA / DIZZYNESS (not started)
DAY 30: LOSING FAITH / DEAL WITH THE DEVIL (not started)
DAY 31: LAST ONE STANDING / POST VICTORY COLLAPSE (not started)
ALT PROMPTS:
SEISURES
REFUSING AID
LEFT BEHIND
CAR ACCIDENT
FINAL GIRL
ALT. TIMELINE SELF
MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
Chapter 2: Day 1: Gunshot / Unconsiousness
Summary:
Fandom: WAAPP
c00lkidd and 7n7 are the same person.
7n7's issues will be explained in a later prompt. Either day 30 or day 19, based on the brainworms.Elliot gets shot, and an unlikely helper shows up.
Song i listened to: n/a
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Elliot thought he was going to have a good day that morning. Current Elliot hated morning Elliot, considering the gunshot wound in his thigh. There were two other spots of pain, one in the back of his head and the other in his chest. He assumed the head wound was from being slammed into a brick wall thrice, and the pain in his chest was probably another gunshot wound.
The city’s alleyways were a maze, and Elliot only knew the way from his apartment to the pizza place, plus the upper-class area. He had no idea where he was, or where the nearest care facility was either. The sun was setting, and getting mugged for a second time today was not on his to-do list.
His panic only rose when he realized that more of his blood was on the pavement around him than in his body, and he was so dizzy. Before he knew it, he was on the floor and was vomiting his guts out. His head was throbbing, and he felt like throwing a rock at a nearby streetlamp to stop it from beaming into his eyes.
Elliot’s arms couldn’t hold him up anymore, and he slumped against a wall, covered in graffiti. There was a protest happening tomorrow, wasn’t there? He couldn’t remember what it was for. He felt like throwing up again, but the contents of his lunch were already on the ground nearby. He couldn’t focus on anything, and eventually he slipped into darkness.
007n7 wanted a normal day for once. He messed with that pizza place yesterday, and honestly? Fucking around with random civilians had gotten boring. Was he losing his spark? Does he even want to keep going? It felt like he was getting burnt out, and the idea of getting hammered and sleeping until Thursday was becoming more and more appealing.
His normal boring day was interrupted by the smell of blood and pizza, and the distinct sign of blood in one of the small alleys he spent his time in. Stumbling onto a crime scene he didn’t create was NOT on his to-do list. He didn’t even make to-do lists anymore!
The hacker debated with himself on whether saving this person was a good idea, before deciding on the fact that, no matter what happened, this would make his day a lot more interesting…
The trail of blood and footprints was not too hard to follow without the c00lGUI, as he DID take AP Forensics in high school. Ah, the days when he actually had dreams beyond being a wanted criminal! He had stamped out the little kid who wanted to be anything more than the horrible person he turned out to be.
Naturally, there was a level of shock in 7n7’s face when he saw that the victim of this crime was none other than Elliot Builder, star employee of the main Builder Brother’s Pizza location he tormented. Wait. Elliot Builder, Builder Brother’s Pizza. How did he not notice this earlier? Honestly, it’s a wonder 7n7 even got into college with this being the brain he’s working with, let alone a scholarship.
He snapped out of his mind and onto the situation at hand. There was a man, child? He doesn’t know how old Elliot is, does he? He looks like he’s sixteen. At the very least, he cannot buy alcohol. 7n7 will be very pissed if this is false.
Okay, he needs to stop going out on these tangents. Should he save the kid? It was the right thing to do, and it’s kind of boring on the days he is gone.
The medkit he haphazardly summoned was severely lacking, and he majored in computer science, not medicine. wikiHow would probably be unhelpful.
Elliot woke up on somebody’s couch. Somebody in all red was standing over him ominously, applying bandages to his wounds. He is just about to thank them for rescuing him before he soon realizes HOLY SHIT THAT’S C00LKIDD WHY IS HE AT C00LKIDD’S APARTMENT.
Elliot could not see this going well.
Notes:
Will be continued on Day 13.
It's a little short, but so am I.
Chapter 3: DAY 2: HYPOTHERMIA / SHOCK
Summary:
Fandom: PHIGHTING!
Trigger warnings: suicidal ideation, yaoi
Subspace gets lost in the snow, and laments on the past.Songs I listened to: Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier; Sweater Weather - The Neigborhood; When Nothing Mattered More Than Friends - Amanda Fagan, Mizz Fish, seiggel, ButterscotchBread.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Subspace couldn’t recognise where he was. Everything looked the same in the snow, the same grey boxes for buildings. The lamps were on, but it didn’t help much.
He stumbled through the snow, unable to hold himself straight. His mind couldn’t focus, he didn’t know what was happening to him. The snow shined from the light of the streetlamps, and his face reflected in the bulbs. The city of Blackrock was cold and dark at night, despite the light from the iron and concrete lamps.
It was bitter and brutalist, and the twisted lies the citizens lived in snaked through each and every shadow.
It was there in the missing posters, of people who would never return.
It was there in the way the snow blocked his movements, slowing him down as it would do forever.
It was there in the rot that infected his body, the poison that dripped from every vein. In the disease that slowly killed him. He couldn’t taste anymore.
His legs grew weaker. Fuck, he left his cane at home.
His tired and cold-ridden brain began twisting back to… him. The traitor. His decayed mind began…. Yearning. He wanted that traitor here with him, wanted to go back to the past. When everything was better. His hand drifted to his pocket, to the photo of him and Medkit. Back when everything was different.
His mind clicked to realize what was happening. He was dying of hypothermia! How wonderful. He still had the blurriness, the ache in his head. He wanted Medkit by his side, he wanted to hold that hand one more time, feel the warmth in his body, stare into those eyes again. Medkit would never see him the same again, as long as the blood laid on Subspace’s hands, the fluid from the optic nerve. A sin he could never wash off, and he knew he was doomed to hell from that alone, that betrayal.
If only he could go back to when nothing mattered more than friends.
But instead, he lay in the snow, staring at a yellowing photo that will fade eventually. He knew one of his children would pick him up eventually, but for now, he was content to pretend he’d die here, staring at the past he could never run back to.
The clock ticked too fast for him, the past was already a million miles away and he just can’t go back.
But now, as the snow settled on top of him, he waited for it to consume him, and all of his longing for memories he can’t run back to.
Notes:
my original premise was "Subspace gets lost in Blackrock in the winter, freezes. Saved by his biograft last-minute" then YEARNING and YAOI showed up.
Listening to those three songs on loop does something to you. I feel like I just took Nyquil.
Comments will be EATEN FOR BREAKFAST INSTEAD OF ACTUAL BREAKFAST PLZ GIMME
Chapter 4: Day 4
Summary:
Fandom: The Realm SMP
Clown gets into a fight.
Song: Perfect Nothing - Ghost and Pals.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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His heart was racing. His blood was anywhere except inside his body.
His hand was placed on his scythe’s blade, the dull part. The handle held him up.
He was Archmage Clownpierce the Unbreakable. He couldn’t fall. If he fell, he broke, and if he broke, he failed.
Weakness was failure. There is no excuse for anything less than perfection.
He had to keep going.
Blood everywhere. His own mingled with his enemies. Like how they will all be in death eventually.
Crows were descending on the battlefield, eating out the eyes of the fallen.
Plip. plip. Plip. The sound of the blood off his scythe, onto the stone flooring.
The adrenaline refused to die. He wasn’t safe yet. The whistling in the bush could be an enemy. Hidden in the shadows, the crack of a twig.
He wasn’t safe yet.
He never would be.
The fight was over. But he still couldn’t calm down. The fight would never truly be over.
Notes:
sorry for it being short but im short so it makes sense
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Breathing was hard. Medkit had pulled a blanket over his head, light coming in a soft green. He doesn’t know what triggered his trauma, what triggered that memory. Neither Scythe nor Broker were here.
Ragged breathing.
His eye socket itched.
A screwdriver, too close.
Pain, a metal rod jammed into his eye.
Screaming, Subspace saying something he couldn’t hear.
Running, running.
The blanket was suffocating him.
The blood on his hands from his eye.
SFOTH, why is he broken like this?
The blanket was yanked off.
fuck what was Subspace doing here fuck fuck fuck fuck
Nononononononono
He couldn’t hear what he screamed at him, panicked and afraid.
“Aye, Meddy?” There was a cold, metal hand on his cheek. He forced his breathing to calm down. Subspace is not southern, nor does the scent of blood and gunpowder follow him.
Medkit allowed Scythe to sit beside him. He was still panicking.