The Return...

My name is Alan Wake. I'm a writer.

[championxfthelight]

My name is Alan Wake. I’m a writer.

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[championxfthelight]

[I FINALLY GOT THE PASSWORD TO WORK ON THE NEW PC OML! I honestly lost all of my shit when I got a new PC so bare with me while I clean up this mess]

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[Been a hectic few weeks in the IRL front along with some stuff, but I'm alive and still aching to RP... hoping to at least get some replies done soon...ish... I'll be in the waiting lobby]

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The writer had removed his coat, resting it on the chair as he read through the manuscripts they had collected. Alan had tucked the sleeves of his dark blue shirt at the elbow joint, a habit he did while he focused on their next move.

However, he became aware of eyes watching him pacing in the room, making him turn to look up and ask, "Uh… hello?"

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                      ▼ It was too easy, was all she could think. After all these years researching and studying and investigating the Bright Falls AWE, why would it be as simple as just...approaching the lake? Jesse eyed the Writer with caution and suspicion, stepping up to him slowly; the Service Weapon formed into a bracelet around her wrist was jittering, unnerved and anxious.

"I'm going to need you to come with me, Mr. Wake. And that isn't a request."

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Everything had gone to shit, more so since the Overlap was all over Bright Falls and Watery at this point. Alan and Saga had been jumping between reality and the Dark Place, fighting the Dark Presence whenever it tried to disperse from the borders of the towns.

His eyes glanced back toward the lake, waiting for the Overlap to open again. His hands gripped around the revolver and flashlight readily as he relayed, "I don't think I can do that right now."

[dexdgirl]

Her head turns quick to the voice. It was Ilmo. Turning her head back she looks to Alan crawling towards him. "Alan.." A hand gently went to his shoulder to check if he was alright. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?.."

Her voice gentle. Worry filled her. Scratch was hiding inside Alan.. But where did he go?.. This was not good. Not good at all. "I'm gonna get you some help. Okay?"

Her head turns back. "Ilmo. I'm over here." She calls out to him. She knows what they wanted with Alan.. But she couldn't let them hurt him. No. It was her job. Her duty to protect him. No matter what.

@championxfthelight // prev.

[championxfthelight]

The local burst through the foliage, dressed in his cult attire and the mask obscuring his face. Ilmo was panting, glancing around before seeing Aubrey.

He quickly went to her, kneeling, and checked on her before his eyes looked upon the unconscious man beside her. He pulled the dagger from his side, grasping the handle tightly. He pushed Alan to lie on his back, staring at the inert writer.

This was it. After what felt like a trying few days, they can finally kill the Taken that escaped them.

"We are the Cult of the Tree… we watch in the night," he whispered beneath his breath, raising the knife.

[malonox]

The flare came as no surprise... Because, of course, Alan was prepared. Scratch would more anticipate it than anything else. After thirteen years of this cat-and-mouse game, it made the most sense that Wake would learn the lessons sooner than later. He wasn't as stupid as The Herald chose to believe more often than not.

Regardless, the remainder of what the writer said makes the double grimace. He sighs and contemplates it for a second, then looks over at the other as best he can.

❝I can't really make any real promises, buddy, but I am tired of running in circles.❞ He winces at the slightly painful application of bandages, tight to ensure they won't slip off his burns. ❝While not in my nature and all... I do think I could play along.❞ For now, at least. He doesn't have much to lose either way. He's tired of loops and he senses Alan might be close to a breakthrough of some sort. Perhaps...

Maybe this would end better for him.

[championxfthelight]

Alan held back the breath of relief he was ready to expel. He had expected the doppelganger to attack him instead of answering him verbally. They had a truce. Hopefully, it'll stick between them.

The writer knew he was taking a chance with this, but what else would he do? This was the only sign so far that felt positive, something that Alice had mentioned that would get them out of these loops.

The writer's hand clenched before he held it out to Scratch, offering to help him stand up. "I guess the next step is to start the first draft," Alan suggested, glancing over to the typewriter waiting at the far side of the writer's room.

[championxfthelight]

Alan are you alright?

To @lightwake

His body froze, not daring to look back. It had been so long since he heard her voice. Was the Dark Place toying with him, reminding him of the one person he had wished to see for who knows how long?

Still, Alan decided to let curiosity get the better of him. Slowly, he turned, his flashlight and revolver ready, until he looked at the familiar blond.

"Alice…?"

[kuzcosources]

this blog is strictly anti AI. if you use it for writing rp replies, or making original characters, i won't hesitate to block you.

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Merris stirred, a sharp gasp as if doused with frigid water—residual adrenal energy coursing straight to overwhelm an already shocked system. Limbs flailing, fighting against the very thing that saved her life, turned restraint within a prison of mangled metal and broken glass. She had to get out.

It was everything she could do not to chew through the seat belt when a lucky shift of her weight disengaged it from the lock. Immediately retracting, she fell forward from her rest and tumbled into the driver’s side window, unable to catch herself despite her best efforts.

The secondary impact was far better registered: a jarring followed by a surge of warmth that breathed down the side of her scalp and peppered into her left shoulder and forearm. The pain and awareness were still very much miles away. Merris doggedly scaled the vehicle’s interior to meet the upturned ground outside, where she crumpled, exhausted.

Where there was stillness, her head kept going. Spinning like a broken ride at an amusement park, it showed no sign of slowing down as she tried vainly to centre herself.

”Ne..hm-..“

The pain in her head increased, as did the growing sensation calling for a carefully placed hand against the moistened skin of her forehead. She recoiled. Whatever it was, she felt she needed to inspect further. Rolling herself over carefully and in preparation to climb to her feet, her eyes suddenly locked with a figure standing there, and she froze.

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"Come on, take my hand," Alan urged her again, reaching into the vehicle to help her. He groaned, his body aching as he held out his hand to her.

A chill went down his spine, one that he was too familiar with, as the writer reacted almost a second too late. He stood up, watching an axe fly by his face. He rolled off the vehicle, landing on the ground harshly on his side. He felt some of his breath in his lungs leave him from the impact, coughing lightly before seeing the Taken zip through the space to come toward them.

"Stay in there!"

Alan called out to the woman as he patted himself, quickly taking out his gun and flashlight. The torch flickered, trying to recharge as he held his weapon toward the enemy.

[championxfthelight]

[I have them replies queued now! OH GOD! I was struggling and some shit happened personally but we're back!]

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[Sorry it literally took the rest of the year for me to finish the Final Draft/NG+ for Alan Wake 2

I've got conflicted feelings about it but I all in all enjoyed it.

Now I can comfortably work on replies so hopefully they will be up next year XDD]

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[-peeks in, waves shly- Hi guys! I'm still sorta active. I've been delving DEEP into the Final Draft and connecting stuff in my head that happens in the new game plus.

Just saying, the lore is amazing as ever! I hope to be done by the time Christmas is over so I'm free from obligations to freely write again ; v; Hope ya'll have been well and hope the holiday season treats you well! -poofs away-]

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[New Game Plus for AW2 has been released. Gonna take this week to delve into it so I'll be back to replying next week :D]

[malonox]

Scratch watches Alan move around, searching for what he needs to help. Somewhere in the back of his skull a thought forms, pesters him. The Herald can't push it away with ease. This is what his truth always was. This kindness, this caring, this nobility of the Champion of Light... it will cost him. Scratch is a threat. Always has been, always will be, right? He can't let that go, even if he gets assistance in his worst state, he will never fully be anything but the villain. Alan wrote it himself. As long as Alan's words ring true, Scratch will be this.

But he never wanted this. This exact scenario reminds him things could have been different. He could have been an ally, not a foe. Yet, the writer chose the bigger of the two evil fates for them. Not trapped together but despite one another.

The Champion approaches him once more, tending to his wounds. The burn marks are a lot. Scratch hisses in pain, and tries not to whimper. He feels weak. Pathetic. He wants to coexist, not fight. He's tired of fighting. He's tired of always being the end of it all. Wants to move forward, be, and do, better. He won't. Doesn't trust himself to not go back. It was their status quo. He can try, though.

However, Scratch's mouth moves on its own, tongue not listening. The dark was helping him recover.

❝Surprised you're not kicking me while I'm down, buddy... So fucking honorable.❞ A weak chuckle, a pause to reconsider. ❝I'm sorry...❞ The words should mean nothing, but he feels like they're true.

[championxfthelight]

The apology wasn't expected, but the writer nodded before huffing a small chuckle through his nose.

"Don't worry, the night's young and I can still make that promise," the writer retorted before roughly tightening the last bandage on the Herald. Reaching into his coat pocket, he lifted up the flare.

"And trust me that I've always been prepared whenever you try to catch me by surprise."

Alan still wondered why Alice would want him to help his doppelganger, the man who had terrorized his life in reality for who knows how long. A small part of him felt... no, he can't put that blame on Scratch. He knew that threw these loops, it was him who had haunted Alice, the one who nearly pushed her to that brink.

Shoving the flare back into his pocket, he then questioned, "So, you gonna play nice or should I just throw you outside so we can play this loop again?"

[luposcainusarch-deactivated2025]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 — alt fc.

he was sitting alone by fire. he couldn’t sleep & the prince wondered what to do. he had another nightmare. caspian whined. “ how did you find me?” he asked. the werewolf was not looking at the other. his heart thumped more. he needed to talk about what he has been dreaming about. it just makes him more and more anxious to go back to bed. “ i.. I need a talk.”

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"Easy..."

The writer cautiously approached him, his flashlight in one hand and the other held his pistol. He didn't know where he was. He remembered being in the subway tunnels before being chased by the Dark Presence. He crawled through a tunnel and then found himself in the woods. The fire was the lone light source in the darkness, hence their current situation.

"Got a name?"

[dexdgirl]

So he was truly gone.. There was no Thomas. There was no Samuel. The boot on her brings her back to reality. She struggled to get free. Her eyes move up to him as she lets out a grunt, her hand captures his ankle.

The light from her fingertips burn the darkness. "You're stuck out here with me, Scratch. Not the other way around." Her nails dug into his leg with a hiss.

"Alan. If you can hear me. You're okay. I'm right here."

@championxfthelight // prev.

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Scratch roared in pain, scowling down at the woman before quickly kicking his leg free. He chuckled, staring down at her as he brought his foot up, ready to bash her face in.

"Aubrey! Where are you?!"

Turning to the direction where the voice came from, Scratch caught sight of one of those Cult members. A small sinister thought came to his mind as he snarled down at her. Suddenly the shadows the swirled around the man's body disappeared as he stumbled backwards. Confusion and fatigued hit him hard just like before as the writer fell the ground on his side. He groaned, holding his head as the headache started to disappear. Rustling of branches and trees came as Ilmo ran in, dressed in his cult attire.