That’s how many of you are still here with me. I’m not sure how you found me or how long you’ve been here; be it a long time follower or new to the party, but either way, you’ll always be my darling freaks and creeps.
Thank you for coming, and I hope we can continue to make dark and sick magic together; especially with some great stuff I have planned for all of you this year. If all goes as planned, then something spectacular will be up by the summer.
Until next time; stay spooky, stay safe, and remember this. Whatever you do, never try to look the person through your door’s peephole in the eye. They don’t have a face.
So let’s say Wells is alive in canon and fits right in with the core four during both seasons. Now, 2x16. Clarke leaves, and she’s walking through the forest, totally numb and distraught and lost. Then footsteps come up behind her and she whips around, furious, because it better not be Bellamy, because she thought he understood–
Instead, she finds Wells, two bags slung over his shoulder, glaring at her.
When she growls at him, demanding what he’s doing there, he just snorts and chucks a bag at her.
He says: First, don’t be dumb enough to go off on your own without supplies. Second: I’m here because I got myself arrested and sent down to the ground so I could follow you, remember?
For a minute, she can’t speak, and so he does instead.
And I’m still following you. Don’t you know by now, Clarke? I’d follow you anywhere.
You better not slow me down, is all she can manage to choke out, because her heart is in her throat.
As if, he scoffs, stepping up to walk by her side, in the forest, into the unknown.