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@fredstcr

freddie mcclair. 20. dead. All I want is nothing more Than to hear you knocking at my door. 'Cause if I could see your face once more, I could d i e a happy man, I'm sure.

18 posts

marbresauvage:

“– Ah, mon dieu, I apologise…a mobile what?”

“ You know.. a phone. You carry it around with you, talk to people and such. “

#( CONVO. )#( marbresauvage. )#( &. queue. )

immunesubjecta1:

at hearing this, teresa turned around in shock, this was clear; she wasn’t the only one ❝it happened to you as well? being alive again?❞

confusion etched onto his features. “ effy? what are you on about? “

#( CONVO. )#( immunesubjecta1. )#( &. queue. )

artisticfitz:

“Sure… Got international calling and shit so I can phone home, so you might as well use it.” Franky shrugged, passing their phone over, before squinting at him, confused. “Wait, what do you mean ‘alive again’?”

Freddie took the phone from them, grateful for their kindness. “ Oh, you know --- dead one day, alive the next. It makes no fucking sense, but I’m not going to question it too much. It feels good to be back. “

#( CONVO. )#( artisticfitz. )#( &. queue. )

shuffledsnow:

“Oh yeah,” Snow turned to the boy. “Here you can borrow this.”

“ Thanks, miss. “

#( CONVO. )#( shuffledsnow. )#( &. queue. )

a7-min-ho:

“Uh, yeah. Right here. Don’t ask too many questions about it. I am not a certified teacher of the smart phone.”

“ Thanks, mate. I’ll figure somethin’ out. “

#( CONVO. )#( a7minho. )#( &. queue. )

nobxdybreaksmyheart:

She turned around when the girl heard that voice. Freddie? He was also here? It was like a really long time “Freddie?” She muttered now looking at the guy, still a bit in shock but what called her attention was actually what he said “What do you mean about that you are alive again?”

All it took was that one voice to render him speechless. He looked up at her, the cold space in his chest beginning to feel warmer. “ Eff, I --- I died. Four years ago, according to Cook. And now I'm here. “

#( CONVO. )#( nobxdybreaksmyheart. )#( &. queue. )#death mention //

“ yeah, hey, you ! --- you wouldn’t happen to have a mobile i can use, would ya’ ? i reckon my dad and sister would probably like to know that i’m alive again. “

#shuffled:start #[ leaving this here while i do homework and stuffff ]

cookiemonstcr:

Cook didn’t even know how to begin explaining, since he was so uncertain of the truth now. Had Doctor Foster beaten him until he’d reached amnesia and then sent him away ? But Freddie remembered him, and Effy, and he hadn’t aged a day. Cook was… different, he’d grown; his arms had noticeable muscles and he was taller. But Freddie looked the same way he always had, exactly how Cook had remembered him. Maybe after four years, Cook had started to miss him so much he was hallucinating. Or dreaming, like he had in the beginning, after it first happened. “ I — I don’t know, mate. I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry. ” Was resurrection really impossible, if you wanted it enough ? “ I fuckin’ missed you, man. I missed you so much. ”

He’d woken up bruised and covered in blood --- his, he assumed, but he had no idea how his body could’ve traveled from Bristol to Illinois completely untouched. Freddie McClair had died --- that much was certain. For over four years, his body stayed hidden from civilization, but most people that knew him assumed that he had just skipped town. After all, he hadn’t done horribly in school, and it wouldn’t be completely absurd to find out he’d ended up becoming successful in whatever he would’ve decided to do. That’s what should have happened --- Freddie was supposed to live a full life, but it had been cut short by a man that he was supposed to trust. “ Me too, mate. Every day. “ Not that he exactly remembered every day that he’d been dead, but he was sure that it would be true if he had. “ How long was I gone for ? “

#( CONVO. )#( cookiemonstcr. )#( &. queue. )#death cw

selcnakyles:

❛ woah, someone woke up on the wrong side of the gutter. you’re in magnolia, illinois — y’know, murica. ❜

“ illinois ? “ he paused to scratch at his head, wincing at the blood and dirt caked into his hair. “ i’ve never been to america before. did you die, too ? “

#( CONVO. )#( selcnakyles. )#( &. queue. )

cntrlcaterina:

“No…”

“ This is a dream. This has gotta be one long fuckin’ dream. “

#( CONVO. )#( cntrlcaterina. )#( &. queue. )

prettybirdisthewcrd:

“Well, this sure as hell ain’t Kansas anymore. Where did you say we are again?

“ I said I don’t know where we are. Somewhere in America, yeah ? There’s gotta be a sign or somethin’ around here. “

#( CONVO. )#( prettybirdisthewcrd. )

cookiemonstcr:

For a moment, Cook simply stared, not knowing how to do much else. Then he began to shake his head, a humourless laugh leaving his lips. “ Nah. Nah this ain’t happenin’. ” Had he smoked something ? Freddie was dead. Even if they’d never found the body, Cook had found his clothes, he’d seen the bat. “ What the fuck. ”

" What isn't happenin’ ? " His last memory before waking up in this new town is walking into Dr. Foster's office and being beaten to a bloody pulp, but there isn't anything really in between those memories. Darkness --- silence, even. And now his best friend is looking at him like he's a ghost. " What the fuck happened to me ? "

#( CONVO. )#( cookiemonstcr. )#[ i love death ]

cookiemonstcr:

“ Alrigh’, so what’s the fun thing to do around ‘ere then ? ‘Cause so far, there ain’t a pub in sight. It’s like the exact opposite of Bristol. “

“ Cook ! Oh, thank fuck you're here, mate. I’m bloody lost. How are we here ? And where's Eff ? "

#( CONVO. )#( cookiemonstcr. )

#( &. visage. )#( &. effy. )

notsoheartless:

❝New everything. This is not going to be that bad, I am right, Gracie?❞ Having her baby in her arms was always a nice feeling and being there as well. A fresh start. That’s what she wanted for her and her daughter.

“ --- You.. I know you. And you have a kid? What the hell is going on? " Freddie approached the girl slowly, his gaze fixated on the baby in her arms. His last memory had been sudden and bloody, but the next thing he knew, he was walking around the streets of a random town full of Americans. He wondered what had brought her to the town, too. " Jesus Christ. I thought I --- I fucking died. How am I alive? "

#( CONVO. )#( notsoheartless. )

cntrlcaterina:

“I wonder if mirrors work in outer space…”

“ Is this a fuckin’ joke? “

#( CONVO. )#( cntrlcaterina. )

selcnakyles:

❛ sure feels good to be back. ❜

“ so, you’ve been here before, yeah ? care to tell me what the FUCK this place is, then ? “

#( selcnakyles. )#[ i do love u ]

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