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Well howdy there folks! Once again coming in with another two-fer this week for writing snippets! The first being one last sneak peek for The Cookie Fic™ (that I finished off at 4am cause I am clearly the smartest and most sensible person ever) before I get the time to edit and post it this weekend!
"You are gonna be in for it now when I catch you Brown. You see this poor gingerbread corpse here?" He slowly waved his cookie dough covered fingers at her. "This guy's remains are about to have a new resting place in your hair when I'm done with you."
Ashley frantically turned her head to take a look at the bowl of cookie dough behind her, and then the open doorway behind Chris, but never took her eyes off of him for a second. He could practically see the gears turning in her head as she debated all the options available to her and slowly began to blueprint her plan of attack. Chris was honestly in the middle of debating just lunging over the table to try and reach her first when she made her choice.
"You gotta catch me first Hartley."
And for those wondering why on earth I decided that only 4 hours of sleep was a great idea, it’s cause I was eager and desperate to finally start off this project.
This is all Ashley's fault. All of it. Every single thing about this was her fault, because if she wasn't the way she was then none of this would be happening right now.
That being said, it's not her fault that the three of them are stuck here right now. Oh no, she's not naïve enough to think that. That's not to say that she didn't have a large part in the actions that lead them to be 'admitted' to the Mount Massive Asylum—because she definitely did—but the others were just as much to blame as she was. Josh had confided in her his plans for the revenge prank that he wanted to pull on the others, and asked if she wanted in. And she had immediately agreed instead of trying to talk him out of it. Chris had walked in on the two of them bent over the first draft of plans for what was to later be the saw trap in the shed, and even though he had no idea what he was getting into, had unhesitantingly asked what they needed him to do. And neither had even tried to convince him otherwise. There had been a million chances for them to stop their plans at any moment, and they had walked away from those chances a million and one times. She doesn't regret it, and knows she never will.
(It's easy to not regret when she places almost all the blame entirely onto Emily and Jessica and Mike and Matt, and yes, even Sam. Not after what they did to Josh, not after what they did to her. They deserved all that they got and more. So no, she doesn't regret the choices that lead them here.)
Guess what I’m starting to flesh out now... :)
Anyway, finished a large portion of the black for this page over the last four days, and you can now easily see the Bulbasaur, and we get to find out out that that weird browny-gray thing was actually the tail of an Emolga! Progress! Woohoo!
I was reading an article and this was the advertisement I got. I'm honestly dying over here.
Look at you go @fudgeroach! You're talking over my regular adspace now!