I AM ALIVE!! i am sorry all my followers who have been faithful to this blog. I see you all still and I see we have even gained quite a few in my absence, I have been on a type of hiatus since I have started college and I just wanted to apologize for damn near forgetting about this blog. I love it a lot and fully intend to come back with a revamp of Miaou. So please forgive me, but send in those asks. I will resurect him from the dead even if Miaou is kicking and screaming,
Thank you for the people who have messaged me on this story and have enjoyed it so now i bring you the installment of chapter two! under the cut as usual because this is a longer chapter!
Find chapter 1 here
Once we were allowed back into the ICU, the moon had risen into the sky. Vader spent much of the day ricocheting between moods, one moment crying to the point where I had to take her from the hospital, the next furious at Brandon for circumstances outside his control, only to end up sobbing once more. We made our way up the sterile hallway, the scent of bleach and detergent stinging my nose. The nurses wore paper robes and rubber gloves over their faded blue uniforms. The slightly overweight nurse stationed at the desk told us where to find Brendan’s room, but that we had to wait a bit because we weren’t family.
When we entered the light was scarce, only coming from the doorway and the window that allowed patients to look into the hallway to watch for coming friends and relatives. Vader stood at the side of his bed, clenching the bar that ran along the edge of the mattress. My brain felt like molasses as I forced myself to walk around to the opposite side. The mere sight of him made my throat thick and my eyes burn with tears. The tube shoved down his throat and the IVs in his hands, the bandages that covered the cuts and bruises on his face, it all seemed so surreal. I lightly touched his left hand so I could anchor myself to the moment, to assure myself that this tragedy was very, very real.
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Batter wandered around the stark landscape, meat lakes and rivers squelching and sludging around him as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The first odd cat he found, Judge he called himself, had given him cryptic, almost riddle like words as he helped him through the first leg of the adventure that was now the Batter’s own.
His shoulders were slumped and his mouth twisted in annoyance as he turned left into a post office basement, where he was met by a peculiar short man in a white sweater and a mask resembling a frog. The short man waved, it was obvious that beneath the mask he wore a twisted smile. “Hello friend.” He chuckled and folded his hands. He seemed out of place in this new world but felt familiar to Batter, as if he had seen him a hundred steps before.
“Who are you?” It wasn’t a simple question, it was a demand.
The shorter, grey skinned man’s shoulders shook with laughter unheard. “I am your usual merchant. Every game needs one, no?”
Batter’s brow furrowed in the shadow beneath his cap as he stared into the holes of the mask, searching for the creature’s eyes. Nothing but inky blackness, as if the eye holes hadn’t been cut out, simply painted black. He took a step forward and set his bat down. “Alright merchant—“
“Call me Zacharie.” The frog faced man interrupted, “I insist.”
Batter was silent for a moment as he thought. That name, he had heard it so many times before, he felt. But where? He was sure he didn’t know a Zacharie. “Alright Zacharie, what do you have for sale?” He sighed in exasperation and looked over the displays. It was only after bargaining did he manage to walk away with a few tickets as well as an eye.
When he leaned over to grab his bat from where it sat against the counter, Zacharie’s hand shot out and settled against Batter’s left one, gaining his full, if somewhat cautious, attention. His skin was hot, almost blistering even from the light touch. The touch hurt Batter, but not in the way he expected. It made him ache, in his chest and in his mind, as if some unseen wound plagued him.
“Thank you for your patronage…Batter.” His voice trailed off as if he yearned to say more but lost the words. An awkward moment of silence followed before Batter nodded and turned away from the merchant, taking long strides over to the exit. He took one glance back over his shoulder to the man who lifted his hand in a slow wave.
Something was wrong with it.
Something wasn’t quite right with Zacharie.
Not right at all.
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Vader held her hands in her lap as she stared at Brendan’s unmoving face. My hands held on to his lukewarm one, the blood kept moving by artificial means. The nurses came to tell us that we had to leave. They weren’t as seasoned as the doctors, they couldn’t force out the words with an unfeeling voice. They would stop a few words in, faltering before staring at the three of us. Then they would leave us until the next nurse came to try.
30 minutes after visiting hours ended, Vader spoke without taking her eyes from Brendan’s bandaged face. “I want to go. I can’t stand this place.” Her words were choppy, like her mouth was moving at 1/10th of the speed of her brain. I watched as she got to her feet and slowly made her way to the door. It wasn’t just her speech that suffered, but her very thoughts as well. She was struggling. I had no idea on how to help her. I was useless.
I brought her weak, hospital coffee that went untouched. I gave her words that went completely unheard. I knew I didn’t hold a thing for Brendan, so it felt like I didn’t belong there. We were just friends, that’s all. Vader should have been by his side, holding his hand with light fingers and worrying over him, not me. I walked with her through the automatic doors, and she wouldn’t meet my eyes even when she demanded that I take her home.
The next day I arrived at the hospital early, loitering outside until the second the clock changed and visiting hours began. I was a college student with no real plans for the break at the end of October. Hell, even if I did I would have never been able to enjoy them. All night long I had been thinking about Brendan, how he was doing and if anyone was watching him as closely as they needed to be. Any vacation time would be spent replicating that.
I came to the ICU and the same pudgy nurse gave me a nod before I walked down to Brendan’s room. At the end of his bed stood a tall man. He had a long face, hollow cheeks, and a tired darkness beneath his eyes.
“I assume you are his friend?” He said, looking at me from the moment I walked through the door. He turned his body, giving me his full attention. I nodded and glanced over at my friend. He cleared his throat, “I am Dr. Dedan, myself and two others will be looking after your friend here.” He offered me a thin, trembling hand. Dr. Dedan was in no way old, but he seemed to creak as he moved and possessed an air of aggravation. I shook his hand before taking my seat from the previous night, to the left of Brendan’s bed, before sipping my coffee. “Do not move any wires or play with the machines. I would say not to even touch him. No one seems to listen to that part though.” He muttered the last bit as if it were an afterthought. He scribbled down some notes before sliding the papers into the clear folder dangling at the end of the bed.
Four hours, five coffees, and two much needed bathroom runs later, Vader finally arrived. She sat to Brendan’s right, hardly even acknowledging me when I greeted her. She didn’t look at me, only giving a quiet, “Hmm,” in response. Today she seemed even more disinterested, even more agitated.
Later on she glanced over at me and frowned when she saw my hand resting on Brendan’s once more.
thank you to the lovely melty-princess for being my beta yet again. your writing is beautiful like always just like your face. go look at her cute blog. it will cover you in glitter.
it’s been a while, certainly, but I find that residing in this white room is rather boring. i’ve been practicing to cooperate with my body; it’s like lead. so lifeless. the only signs he’s actually alive is his heart monitor and the wimpy breaths he takes.
can’t blame him, he’s been feeling rather lonely.
*screaming*))
My dear Batter,
You keep fighting and remember you are not alone in this little white room, remember I have been sitting right by your side long after the others, the doctors, the nurses, everyone. And I will stay here in this little white room until you wake up and we can go back home. I have learned to count the moments in my day not by minutes or hours but by the little beep of your heart monitor and be thankful for each one. i am sure to move your oxygen mask so it doesn't form a bruise on your nose from being in the same spot for too long. Maybe these little things will help you come back.
*gross sobbing* YOUR MAKING ME WANT TO DRAW SAD THING S AND WRITE MORE CHAPTERS TO MY STORY AGH STOP NOACTUALLY DONT STOP THIS IS GOOD YOU ARE BACK BUT STILL MY BABY HEART))
Bad english alert?) It's not okay for me to ask you for a fanfic and not comment it, so here I am, telling you how much I liked it! It was a little short for my liking, but lovely anyways! I'm wondering, in case you decided to make chapters, how's going to continue? How would you mix the game with the real world? Aw I'm sorry, I'm just too hopeful about it, it was sooo good -shouts in excitement- And don't worry if you don't want to write more, I'd love more of this AU, but it's all up to you!
Ah!! im sorry idk when this message came in ,tumblr has been dead to me for a little while but its only short because it serves as like a test chapter to see if people like it and how it might go. Formatting and such! Yes i was going to make this a multichapter story and yes there will be the game mixed into it! I just have to figure out if it would be better appreciated if it was a batterie fic or a batter x vader fic? ( idk the name for that ship you should be able to tell from this blog which i go for ) and from there i will make the story build off it ( dont want to spoil too much if i do continue it) so yeah sorry if this has been the inbox for a while x-x im terrible Long response is long))
Alright here is the first little bit of that Coma AU I promised (under the cut just in case) tell me if you like it and want more!
I made my way through the harshly lit halls of the hospital, its muted colors along with their sterile feel and smell took away any comfort it may have been meant to offer. Or maybe it was just me that thought so. I had been in a state of sluggish disbelief since the early hours of the morning, since the call woke me up and the sobbing of my friend’s girlfriend shouted and screamed from the speaker that there had been an accident. Since my heart stopped and crawled to nest in my throat, leaving me feeling sick and on the verge of… what was it? Anger? Tears? Devastation? Maybe a little of everything.
I burst into the emergency waiting room at exactly 3:27 AM, looking frantically for Vader. Just as I found her she ran into my arms and hid her face in my shoulder. She was shaking violently while her small body was wracked by violent sobs. I felt helpless when all I could do was rub her back while people gave us pitiful looks and murmured into their Styrofoam coffee cups. Her small voice became even harder to hear as she kept her face hidden in my brown jacket, “They said he was driving when someone hit him and…and…and-” She fumbled over her words as rage seemed to mix with her sadness, tainting it but making it so much more real. ” And like the idiot he is he wasn’t wearing a fucking seat belt!” She screeched before she looked up as me hoping for some reassurance that she was right in being angry, though I must have seemed more horrified than anything judging by her frown.
” How is he doing now? Is he going to be okay?” I tried to say calmly, but my voice cracked toward the end. Traitor. Vader looked over at the door to the emergency room, her usually smiling lips pursed in a thin line, “I don’t know…things are going on like normal…” she trailed off before turning back and sitting in a small uncomfortable chair in the room that was supposed to remind us of home and reassure us that everything would be okay. A small uncomfortable chair with ridiculous fabric that no sane person would ever allow over the threshold. The chair taunted us, trying to say that we could return to our lives after this visit and everything would be fixed by the doctors and be back to normal. It only made me angry the more I dwelled on it, how dare they…? My friend was in there and I couldn’t know how he was, I couldn’t even know if he would live or what injuries he had. I ran my hand through my tangled hair and slid down into the seat next to Vader’s, adjusting a few times before giving up and sitting in discomfort.
Sun peeked through the windows and onto my hunched over form when the doctor walked over to us, ” Are you two here for Brendon?”
Vader stood quickly as I winced and twisted my neck, trying to wring the stiffness and ache out, “Yes! How is he?!” she said in a rushed tone that made her sound out of breath. Her hands wrung together to comfort herself, they pressed to her chest as if holding any hope there before it could escape. The dark circles under the doctors’ eyes and the silver strands that stuck up in places told me he had been under pressure. This could be a good sign. Or a devastating one. ” He is stable, but he has fallen into a coma.” He went on to explain how he was in a vegetative state, but there was a slim chance that he may come back to us. I didn’t hear a word he said.
Vader’s heartbroken cry pierced through his stiff and unfeeling words and she fell to her knees, her hands covering her face. Black tinged tears streaked down her doll-like face. Her sobs were punctuated by my own wincing.
Stones, slick and black, fell into my stomach. One by one, they added weight, bringing me down to the floor next to her. Each one fell, each one telling me that Brendon wasn’t coming back.
((thank you so much melty-princess for being my beta reader and helping me fix a few things! you are a real doll <3)) go check out her blog. It will make you see rainbows
I will be coming back to this blog soon i just have been busy . I am working on stuff for miaou Along with that story requested! Thank you for all yhat have stuck with me and those who started to follow me!
((Oh my god, is there a fanfiction of that au -the batter's coma, you know-? Because now I have to read that, I just /cries. So many feels)).
I havent been very active on this page because of school but this ask intruiged me:
((I think there might be? The coma idea is very popular in any fandom so there is a good chance of it. However if it is of my coma idea that you are wondering about then I would doubt it since it isnt your typical coma story.
If enough people are interested though I might be willing to write one up and post it here on tumblr?))
-Thank you for all the love! I am doing well. Well... aside for the fact I have to get all these spectres out of my shop on my own now that Batter has gone into his..thing.
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