Another Trooper was ambling over with the
use of a walker, getting animated and agitated. She had
stuck little pink dog stickers all over her walker and set it aside
to hold onto Lethe’s hands.
“Did you let the dogs out?” she asked,
voice cracking. “I’m afraid they’re gonna shit on my floor.”
Deirdre raised her hand whilst flipping a
pancake with the other. “Yeah, hun, I let ‘em out already.”
“Well, good, because I don’t wanna have
to clean up any more dog shit in my room—I’m getting real tired of
Then the woman walked off with her walker,
just barely keeping from tripping over her own feet which were decked
out in sparkly leopard-print slippers. You turned to Lethe in
“Wait… Are the Troopers allowed to
Lethe shook her head and laughed as the
woman left ear-shot. “No, no. She just thinks
that she has a dog. I think it’s from looking at her walker all day.
convinced and makes us 'take out her dogs’.”
You couldn’t help but feel sorry for the
Trooper who believed so strongly that she had pets, and you wondered
where in her memory those dogs truly lived. “So… Who’s shit is
she supposedly cleaning up in her room?”
Lethe shrugged and kept walking. “No
Deirdre had scampered over to listen to
the conversation and whispered in your ear, “Probably her own.”
SIBT here :) 13. Don’t be alarmed, but you’re invisible.
Hey :D Thanks for the prompt :D
“Jemma?” Fitz called
her name the moment he appeared in the doorway, sweeping his gaze across the
lab as he searched her out. “Jemma what’s happening? You said it was an
“I’m here,” she told
him, waving her hand in the air to snag his attention until she realized the
futility of the action and let it fall back to her side. “Right
here, by the centrifuge.”
Confused, he ambled
over to the loud, currently in use, device, craning his head to look around the
desk it was perched on. He leaned to check underneath, hand wandering for a speaker. “You’re not… Jemma if this is a prank-“
“It’s not, I’m right
here,” she insisted. He stood straight, head turning towards her voice but, much to her
frustration, he still couldn’t find her. Sighing, she reached out to prod his
arm. “Right here-“
“Ahhhh!” Fitz’s shriek
split her ears and she covered them with both hands, grimacing as she watched
him tap dancing away from her, wildly pawing at his arm. “Get it off me! Are
you working with spiders again-”
“Ow… Fitz!” she
grumbled. “It wasn’t a spider! It was me!”
Again he swept the lab
around him, searching for her. “What?”
She lifted a pen,
jiggling it in front of him until he spotted it and his eyes became nearly
perfect circles. “Jem- Jemma….” He took a breath, evidently trying to steady
himself. “I don’t mean to alarm you but… You’re invisible.”
“Well spotted,” she
He raised a hand,
stretching his fingers towards her before curling them back to stop himself.
“Are you OK?”
It was strange, knowing
he couldn’t see her. He couldn’t see the way her eyes had caught on his
fingertips, or the way her own hand had reflexively risen to meet his. He
didn’t experience her presence if she
wasn’t speaking, and it bothered her.
She took a step
forward, finding his hand still hovering and pressed hers flat against it, like
two people trying to touch through glass. Only they were touching and she felt
the warmth of his skin and the muscles shifting beneath it. She couldn’t look
into his eyes but this was the next best thing and the way he stared at the
empty space where her hand should have been let her know that he knew where
she was. For several seconds, the world was still and made up of just them, two
bodies, two minds, one problem.
Finally, Fitz let blew
out a loud breath, breaking contact. “So… are you?”
Jemma blinked. “Am I
“OK?” he repeated,
still trying to look at her even though they both knew he couldn’t. It was
reflexive, she knew. She’d be doing the same thing if she were in his place.
“Aside from being
unable to see my own reflection?” She shrugged. “I’m not in pain, and I don’t
feel light headed or nauseous. I have no obvious symptoms of distress.”
He nodded, relieved.
“Good. Good, OK. What happened?”
“It was my own fault,”
she admitted, shaking her head in annoyance. “I had to go and test the new
camouflage serum before it was ready…. I should have ordered more mice last
week but with everything happening I just…” She sighed, shoulders sagging. “We
don’t have time for me to be making mistakes like that,” she muttered.
“We’ll find a way to
make you visible again,” he assured her.
“Not that, the mice,”
she corrected. “I’m perfectly fine.
But all those poor field agents fighting Hydra? They need this now Fitz. If I only had more test
subjects I could-“
“You’re not planning
on undoing this first?” She didn’t understand his incredulity. She wasn’t in
danger, the field agents were. It was simple logic really.
“No. I need you to
come with me to pick up the mice that have just arrived,” she explained. “I can
perfect the process on them. And it might give me a hint as to how to make myself
visible again,” she added when his disbelief only deepened.
His mouth twisted into
a frown and, crossing his arms, he tilted his head towards the centrifuge. “What
are using that for?”
“Oh,” she waved her
hand dismissively, once again realizing too late that the gesture wasn’t going
to be useful. “It’s just… I was testing my blood for any anomalies. I wanted to
know if it would still be invisible after fractionation. I thought perhaps once
the serum was separated from my cells it would be visible again. But my clothes
are invisible too, even when I take them off so…” She shrugged, another thing
he couldn’t see. “I don’t think that will be the case.”
“You were taking your
clothes off…” He muttered the words under his breath and the blush that crawled to the tips of his ears told her he hadn’t meant to say them out loud. “I mean… that’s… Where are the mice?”
Jemma wasn’t sure if
she was happy he couldn’t see the grin spreading across her pink face, or
disappointed. A bit of both she decided.
She took his hand,
being sure to make as much noise as she could while she walked by clapping her
feet on the floor so he’d know where she was going. “I’ll show you. You may
need to be the one to sign for them and receive the box,” she warned him. “I wouldn’t want to frighten anyone.”
Fitz refused to leave
her side the entire time she was invisible, sternly warning off anyone who
might have stepped on her toes or barged into her by mistake, asking her on and
off if she was still feeling alright, if she needed anything. Anything she
attempted to wear would be rendered as invisible as she was, but she discovered
that if she stuck a pen behind her ear he’d be able to spot where she was, and
once she’d done that, he was never more than a few feet away.
He did his best to
hide his concern but it was as visible as she wasn’t whenever she caught him
staring, and in the way he followed her like an imprinted duckling. It was unnecessary
but it was sweet and, when she wasn’t stumbling around him, when she could
spare a moment to settle herself and watch him back, it was nice. He wasn’t the
only uncertain, painfully awkward duckling of the pair of them and he certainly
wasn’t the first to imprint himself. It was much easier that he’d stayed on his
own than it would have been for her to ask him to.
When at last she
managed to turn herself visible again, appearing before him like something out
of Harry Potter, the smile that lit his face was so beautiful she couldn’t help
mirroring it back. And he saw it, of course. He knew he’d made her happy
without her needing to say a word and that was a gift that she wasn’t ever
going to take for granted again.
Late afternoon. Lou, seated upon the edge of his bed, awaited the sound of a knock on the door.
Just as the sun began to disappear under the horizon, and a sickly pink light glinted through the blinds, he’d brought himself to stand on his feet, stepping into some slippers and ambling off into the kitchen to fetch a glass of ice water. It’d been a long day of doing absolutely nothing, and yet he was dreading every second until 7 o'clock.
… Although he’d spent the night before working himself up to this, figuring out what to say, what to do– he still didn’t feel quite ready.
Today is the day. There is only one thing for today, and that is the destruction of the hated StrexCorp, and freeing our town of Night Vale. We will work no longer. We will worship a Smiling God no longer. We have failed before, we have failed so many times at so many tasks, but at this, we will not fail.
I mean, I really, really, hope that we will not fail.
In any case, we will be devoting all of today’s broadcast to the revolution with no interruptions.
My cat Coco has gone missing, we haven’t seen her for a few days! She’s a spayed moggy, so she hasn’t run off like toms that aren’t neutered do.
She’s black with ginger and brown flecks all over her body, she has a peach stripe on her chest, and one of her back legs, the hock on the inside is almost completely peach.
We live in Amble, Northumberland, and we are desperate for our cat back! We rescued her from a home that kept her locked in a cupboard because the woman was ‘allergic’ (they went ahead and got a cat straight after).
Please signal boost and if you’ve seen her let me know!
And so, humming a broken tune not quite remembered from childhood, you walk South(?) and through Time(?) and come to see what look like States(?) slowly forming in the distance, in a curious, yet deliberate, order…
i did it, i finished. 4 pages and a cover is all I managed but I did it. i held an actual physical comic that i made in my hands.
the four pages are a part of a bigger story, one I’ve nursed since maybe junior year of high school, when I was but a wee bab with grandiose ideas of video game making. i have grown and those grandiose ideas have not changed but now I have a much better idea of how much work is gonna have to go into it.