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70 gifs later i’m not even done yet ;__;

final count is 81, got some i don’t need but also missing some i do need, fingers crossed it doesn’t stick out too much in the fic

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70 gifs later i’m not even done yet ;__;
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i was going to skip making gifs of every last goddamn fucking door opening cause it’ll take about a million years, but i realized it just looks really bad without em

so here i am making gifs of every last goddamn fucking door opening

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and thank fucking god for actions, i was about to mcfreakin lose it
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There was a thunderous noise.

Balthazar awoke with a start



“OWOWGoddamnit--!”

and heard a *CRACK* as his head collided with the low ceiling.

Falling back against the pillow, he wondered where the hell he was that he deserved such a rude awakening.

Balthazar rolled over, and, in his still-fatigued clumsiness, tumbled off the top of what was, in fact, a three-level bunk bed.


 

 Fuck me…"

No longer tired, at least, Balthazar shook his head, wiping away a few tears with his jacket sleeve as he groaned in pain. He tried to stand, but the room was shaking far too much; as his head cleared of fog, it was replaced by the oppressive sound of roaring air.

An earthquake?!

No, the tremors were too fast for any earthquake, but Balthazar didn’t know what else it could be. He threw an arm up against the bottom bunk to hold himself steady, waiting for the rumbling to end.


 

 

Even when it did, his brain was left feeling rattled. Trembling slightly, he pushed himself uneasily to his feet and began to examine the thoroughly uninviting room


It was...stark, first and foremost, coloured mainly in the grey and beige tones of faded, peeling paint.

There was a second bunk bed, also three levels, opposite the one Balthazar had fallen off of, but “bed” seemed a generous way to describe what was little more than piping and paper-thin mattresses.

To his left were a small, utilitarian table positioned just underneath a round, glass window, like the porthole of a ship,

and a closet nestled behind an antique stove, complete with rusty kettle.

To his right was little but an imposing metal door, roughly emblazoned, in red paint, with the number 5.

Balthazar stared at it.

There was a box attached to the wall next to it, something like an early 20th century card reader, as if such a thing even existed. The paint was just about the only colour in the room, and it looked fresh.

“What...?”

He stalked over and grabbed the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Balthazar threw his weight against first it, then the door itself, pounding several times.

“HEY! HE--

His voice cut out when he noticed it.

“What the hell...”

On Balthazar’s left wrist was something that looked like a watch, mainly red in colour, with a large LCD display in the middle. Rather than the time, it showed only a single digit.

Five? That’s the same as the door, but why? What is this?

He flipped his wrist over as though to remove a simple watch, but the bracelet’s steel ring was solid all the way around.

With a grunt, Balthazar slammed his wrist against the door again, once, twice, three times…

Nothing.

He clicked the rivets on the sides, clacking like rapid typing on a keyboard.

Still nothing.

Once more he slammed his fist into the door, fury momentarily masking the pain. Balthazar rubbed his slightly achy wrist and snarled.

As he did, a low groan, like angry metal waking from a deep sleep, sounded from somewhere far away. It took Balthazar a moment to place the sound, then he frowned, taking another good look at his surroundings.

Is this--

Is this a ship?

He stalked over to the porthole and peered through. There was only deep, inky blackness, and Balthazar was about to hit the damn thing when he heard the first crackle. He pulled back, shaking his head in disbelief..

“Oh, you must be joking-”


The porthole burst open, releasing a torrent of water into the room that hammered down onto the table, submerging the benches on either side as it washed over the floor, rapidly gaining on his ankles.

Balthazar laughed, dry, bitter huffs of air. Then he tore across the room and pounded frantically on the door.

“HEY! Your fucking trap’s broken! The whole place is fucking flooding! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!

He whirled around, leaning heavily against the door and panting as panic gripped his chest. Icy seawater lapped tauntingly at his shins.

Maybe…

Maybe he had to get out.

But... how?


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hester & her sister coming along nicely
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none of you helped, so enjoy fuck mcmichael’s hideous plaid tie. you deserve it and so does he
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naomi and fuck mcmichael comin along well enough i suppose

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i am drawing character portraits RIGHT NOW and i STILL have not a fucking clue what a middle-aged human john w!michael would be wearing


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i think?? the text is ready to go?? holy shit???
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trying to do justice by hannah’s hair is the bane of my productivity
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“HEY! HE–

His voice cut out when he noticed it.

“What the hell…



On Balthazar’s left wrist was something that looked like a watch, mainly red in colour, with a large LCD display in the middle. Rather than the time, it showed only a single digit.

Five? That’s the same as the door, but why? What is this?

He flipped his wrist over as though to remove a simple watch, but the bracelet’s steel ring was solid all the way around.


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the way i write demands so many commas, i’m done
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i’m so productive these days but how long can this last lmao

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okay, you know what? i’m a really good writer

like i still wish i had a second opinion but still, i’m almost done editing part 1 and like….i’m really proud of myself. i really enjoy just reading this. i hope it’s good
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am now avoiding drawing for the 999 au by shoring up the text

joke’s on me, though, i’ll run out of chapters to edit eventually
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the entire fic now has music!! god, that took forever!!

i might change a few tracks, though, maybe. at first i was strictly going by the game, which gets a little repetitive….but then again there aren’t that many options
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oops i just remembered i HAVE to draw at least one pic of every char for identification, so make that “13 most essential” cgs fml
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so i’ve narrowed down the 20-something CGs i was gonna redraw for the fic to 4 that are the absolute most essential, bc i’m falling into a rut again and i have 0 fucking energy and if i don’t prioritize i’m gonna lose my patience with the whole damn thing and it’ll sit around another 1 ½ years

once i’ve got those 4 done we’ll see, but i’m starting to think i’ll probably publish it at that point. then i can take my time getting my drawing skills back up and eventually, e v e n t u a l l y, i can do a fully illustrated version, like not just my choice CGs but ALL the story CGs

but i’m getting no where right now just going for mediocre and it’s getting really discouraging

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