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Each morning, Wilbur prepares for the charade.
He always keeps ash and dye on him, these days. Has to. They would not welcome him if it weren’t for the act, no matter how reformed he’s trying to convince himself he is, no matter how he’s learning to love the sunlight again; this is the way he keeps himself within reach. Close enough to step in, if need be.
He practices Ghostbur's pitchy register, and he dons the wide eyes, and he plays his part.Or: Wilbur has been back from the dead for a while, now. So far, no one has caught on.
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19 Jan 2026
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It’s an early morning in the Watson household - BIRDS CHIRP faintly from outside the window, an ALARM BEEPS, and TOMMY, our hero who is ever so slightly above average, is in bed.
Tommy GRUMBLES, disgruntled. We hear him HIT THE ALARM CLOCK to snooze it; the ALARM SHUTS OFF.Or: the pilot episode to a podcast in which everyone around Tommy has Something Going On, and Tommy simply refuses to notice.
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- Part 1 of Above Average
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19 Jan 2026
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The air crackles around Tommy, thick with static - he has to close his eyes against the force of it. The spell thrums through him, and something else, too, some presence, warmth, deep within him. He thinks, unbidden, fierce, I love you because you are love.
The tempest dies. Tommy dares not open his eyes. His breath catches, like teetering on a cliff-edge.
“Oh, Tommy,” comes a voice with Eret’s pitch, Niki’s gentleness, Wilbur’s sonorance and accent. Then there’s a hand on Tommy’s cheek. He can’t look, but leans into it. “I always loved you too.”
Tommy uses the revival book on L'Manberg's crater-corpse. It works more literally than he expected.
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19 Jan 2026
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18 Jan 2026
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It is incredibly lonely, being the only individual for gods know how many miles. Possibly for eternity, for forever, for an endless expanse. The idea of this land being endless is almost more frightening than the idea of being entirely and utterly alone. Almost--not quite.
Techno has forgotten what it’s like to properly speak to people, truth be told. There is only so much conversation one can have with the trees.
He chops his wood, hunts his deer, and the earth continues turning.
(or: a self-indulgent, collaborative horror au set in a cabin in the woods.)
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- Part 1 of Cat's Cradle
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18 Jan 2026