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clockwork_docPosting two today -- I've got a bunch of these clogging up my computer and I figured I ought to start sharing them.
Seen here: http://i31.tinypic.com/24xqmfl.jpg
Normally, rain annoys Doc Brown. It’s usually cold, it soaks him right through to the skin, and it has a nasty habit of appearing whenever he gets upset – even if he’s indoors. Rain and him are not on good terms.
And yet, today, he doesn’t mind so much. Maybe because today it’s not rain he’s summoned up with his own depression. It’s just natural rain, normal rain. The kind that gets everyone wet, not just him and whoever has the bad luck to be standing next to him. Sure, he can still control it, but – there’s just something freeing about the fact that he can be in a good mood, and it can still rain. To know that the weather still does whatever the hell it wants to sometimes, instead of focusing on him.
So he walks through the shower, smiling, splashing in puddles, occasionally doing a little dance. He knows he’s acting silly. But he can’t help himself. He needs this kiddy fun. He needs to know there’s still normality in this world.
Because this is Chicago. Who knows how long it’ll last.
This fic references back to the brief "broken Doc" plot I did with Suzie Costello. You can get most of the pertinent details here.
Breathe
Just breathe.
Just focus on the breathing. In and out, in and out, just focus on that, don’t
She saw him she saw HIM what if he’s really there watching me waiting for me to
No. Just have to breathe. Just have to sit here and breathe. Slow and steady. Nothing to
He’d do this I know he would he’s enough of a bastard to force some hallucination on me of escape, just to see what I would do outside the basement because nothing matters except
BREATHE. Feel the concrete below you, feel the rain above you – goddamn rain, goddamn weather powers
Are they real did he give them to me for whatever reason
My mind’s – am I really this broken? Am I really this
He did this to me and he’ll keep doing it to me oh god no more no more
I – I need help. I know I brought my journal, I bring it with me everywhere now since
fear gas – a window into the true reality? No no no no no
Get out a message while I still can, hopefully someone will come looking for me. Someone
I want to have friends I need to have friends I miss Marty
All right. Got that written. Hopefully
i’m so scared
Just breathe.
Seen here: http://i31.tinypic.com/24xqmfl.jpg
Normally, rain annoys Doc Brown. It’s usually cold, it soaks him right through to the skin, and it has a nasty habit of appearing whenever he gets upset – even if he’s indoors. Rain and him are not on good terms.
And yet, today, he doesn’t mind so much. Maybe because today it’s not rain he’s summoned up with his own depression. It’s just natural rain, normal rain. The kind that gets everyone wet, not just him and whoever has the bad luck to be standing next to him. Sure, he can still control it, but – there’s just something freeing about the fact that he can be in a good mood, and it can still rain. To know that the weather still does whatever the hell it wants to sometimes, instead of focusing on him.
So he walks through the shower, smiling, splashing in puddles, occasionally doing a little dance. He knows he’s acting silly. But he can’t help himself. He needs this kiddy fun. He needs to know there’s still normality in this world.
Because this is Chicago. Who knows how long it’ll last.
This fic references back to the brief "broken Doc" plot I did with Suzie Costello. You can get most of the pertinent details here.
Breathe
Just breathe.
Just focus on the breathing. In and out, in and out, just focus on that, don’t
She saw him she saw HIM what if he’s really there watching me waiting for me to
No. Just have to breathe. Just have to sit here and breathe. Slow and steady. Nothing to
He’d do this I know he would he’s enough of a bastard to force some hallucination on me of escape, just to see what I would do outside the basement because nothing matters except
BREATHE. Feel the concrete below you, feel the rain above you – goddamn rain, goddamn weather powers
Are they real did he give them to me for whatever reason
My mind’s – am I really this broken? Am I really this
He did this to me and he’ll keep doing it to me oh god no more no more
I – I need help. I know I brought my journal, I bring it with me everywhere now since
fear gas – a window into the true reality? No no no no no
Get out a message while I still can, hopefully someone will come looking for me. Someone
I want to have friends I need to have friends I miss Marty
All right. Got that written. Hopefully
i’m so scared
Just breathe.
