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It's Time
For some new stuff, hunh? After dropping tons of hints, I will do what I got this thing for, and drop some new fic on ya'll!
let's go to the intro, shall we?
From far away he heard the words. Far away like they were being shouted down a tunnel. Wake up. Wake up! So he opened his eyes and was mildly surprised that it didn’t help.
The words were still coming to him from the end of a tunnel only now there was an unpleasant light to go with it. He could see this person, this person he knew but he couldn’t get a name and a face to go together—he couldn’t get the voice and the mouth to go together…it was like watching a badly dubbed Japanese movie, only the fight scenes were boring, they were mostly about shaking him back and forth.
And if that didn’t stop right now, he might throw up. Now the voice was loud and soft and then loud again—fuck, he wished the voice would stop, and the shaking extended to the whole room now, if he wasn’t so sure he was dying he might have had to laugh about that.
Now Voice was waving his hand in front of his eyes, and he did snicker than, Voice’s fingers were jumping off his hand and then jumping back, and damn-- laughing--that had been a Very Bad Idea-- he leaned over and threw up.
God, he was dying—shit! He still had stuff he wanted to do—like right now, throw up, and he threw up again. Fuck, that hurt, he felt something snap that time, but better now—Voice is shrieking something now, no volume control on that idiot—now he’s whispering again, oh-how nice, he’s wiping his face with a-- what is that, burlap, shit—it’s like sandpaper and oh! –Here we go again—and he threw up.
Voice finally shut the fuck up, and thank you very much for turning the lights off—
let's go to the intro, shall we?
From far away he heard the words. Far away like they were being shouted down a tunnel. Wake up. Wake up! So he opened his eyes and was mildly surprised that it didn’t help.
The words were still coming to him from the end of a tunnel only now there was an unpleasant light to go with it. He could see this person, this person he knew but he couldn’t get a name and a face to go together—he couldn’t get the voice and the mouth to go together…it was like watching a badly dubbed Japanese movie, only the fight scenes were boring, they were mostly about shaking him back and forth.
And if that didn’t stop right now, he might throw up. Now the voice was loud and soft and then loud again—fuck, he wished the voice would stop, and the shaking extended to the whole room now, if he wasn’t so sure he was dying he might have had to laugh about that.
Now Voice was waving his hand in front of his eyes, and he did snicker than, Voice’s fingers were jumping off his hand and then jumping back, and damn-- laughing--that had been a Very Bad Idea-- he leaned over and threw up.
God, he was dying—shit! He still had stuff he wanted to do—like right now, throw up, and he threw up again. Fuck, that hurt, he felt something snap that time, but better now—Voice is shrieking something now, no volume control on that idiot—now he’s whispering again, oh-how nice, he’s wiping his face with a-- what is that, burlap, shit—it’s like sandpaper and oh! –Here we go again—and he threw up.
Voice finally shut the fuck up, and thank you very much for turning the lights off—
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More, right?
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good stuff. :)
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I love BratPrinceLex!
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Ah Bruce! It's been a while. Miss you!
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Gosh, this is such an old one--it surely needs a good editing! :)