Jonk

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Stayed up claiming this was homework [image]

A bad indie musician finds a demonic amulet and becomes a superhero!

I'm hopin' for news of the next Assassin's Creed and some Apex Legends updates

This is my comic, it's got demons and superheroes and honestly a lot of shit that's gonna be cool af. We're talkin' Vampires, Elder Gods, Probably Ninjas, Maybe Demon Ninjas who the fuck knows.

I return to my room, dressing in a new outfit and preparing for the next test. I eventually decide I should go out and try to meet people at this base I'm working at, try to get a feel of whats going on here.

I try very hard not to gawk at what I had done, but I take note to buy some lighter fluid to see if I could become a flame thrower. I rest my hand against my forehead as if trying to feel a difference in my temperature but it just feels normal. I grin and ask what the next test is.

I slowly straighten my posture, as I realize that the flames don't hurt begin to feel empowered by them. For the first time since I woke up I feel a part of my that was missing alight, I don't know if it's joy or a sense of belonging but I feel whole. I'm tempted to jump to see if I can leap further…

A voice inside of me screams "not ready! not ready!" but I hold my ground, preparing my self for whatever to come. I spread my feet and hold up my fists in a way that I realize won't protect me from flames. (Carol Danvers is a fucking icon)

I ready myself for whatever is to come. Glancing around to see if I recognize any of the people. (One, do I have a flamethrower. Two, I'm picturing this as the airbase from Captain Marvel and I love it)

(Where is the next scene set?)

I decide that the only way to get out of whatever this place is too go along with her. I nod begrudgingly, it's a tiny movement but it carries much weight with it. (End scene I guess?)

"So what exactly do you want me to do." I suddenly scold myself for following along, why the fuck do I believe her. (Can I get a read on how trust worthy this lady is?)

"So I do have super powers?"

"What exactly does that entail?" (Whatever it technically is it's fun, and the stories interesting)

(OH! I'm real sorry for the miss-understanding, that makes total sense now tho. Sorry about that)

(Alright, jump in at any point if you want)

"Apocalypse?" I ask incredulously, unsure whether I heard her right. (Should I be leaving space for other people to answer?)

Glad to know I'm not worm food, I smile, which quickly turns into a grimace as I remember my headache. "But why would you bring anyone back, do I have superpowers now? Do I have to save the world?"

(I just realized it's after midnight too I'm gonna log off, gnight. This was really fun, also shameless self promotion check so out my comic its David and The Dark Amulet, bye!) "You still haven't answered my main question, why did you bring me back?"

"What would be so bad about that, you don't seem like you brought me back just to pamper me." I try to match her show of dominance but my head aches and I'm sore all over. (I'm drawing rn and I'm trying to draw hands typing and it's the worst fucking thing)

I smile gently when I learn my attack connected. "Just tell me what's going on and what you want or I'm gonna finish the job." My panic hardening to resolve. (Lmao, we stan Gerard in this thread lol)

I glare but slowly and grudgingly nod. I guess this is the best way to learn more. (I'm picturing this lady straight up as the Handler from the umbrella academy)

As they leave I call out "late for what!" without expecting a response I begin to check out the things around me looking for a way to free myself. (I'm probs way too into that album rn, I like Danger Days more tho)

(Oh yeah, It sounds so futuristic and imposing but it's less than seven moths away) "Oh shit, that sounds bad" I try to think of my past, my life before all this. (I wanted to say before I joined the black parade but Idk if that reference would be appreciated)

"What's happening to me? can you help?" I say, trying to avoid alerting others. (Holy shit 2040 is only twenty years in the future, idk why I just realized that)

Thanks! You too! I really liked what I saw of your comic

(Alright cool) I stop, my throat is horse but I can still manage to croak out "where am I?" (Was the twenty years ago 2019 so it's set in the future or is the twenty years ago 1999 so it's set today, or does the MC not remember/it doesn't matter)

The panic only grows, extorting my stomach and wrenching out tears as I fight against my bonds. I scream at them, if they think I'm crazy then maybe I am. I shout until my throat hurts. at first, I try to make sentences, then resign to words and then to random sounds, eventually petering off into a …

thx for the OC draw btw, a bunch of my friends loved it @Lucca_Vendramel

I frantically claw at the IV in my arm. I writhe in panic, not taking a moment to take in my surroundings. Am I restrained in any way?