Sneak peek of my fic - If I Could Take Us Back.
17 again premise - Trevor/Bobby is turned 17 again to rekindle things with Carrie
The fic is currently under construction. There's quite a bit from the rewritten fic that I still don't like so i'm fixing it. One of my biggest qualms was the lack of emotion/ the disconnect between emotions that Trevor/Bobby goes through. Bro has been haunted by his dead friends in canon, and we see him starting to crack. So it's necessary (to me) that I capture that in my fic.
Heres a sneak peak of my chapter 2 edit to make things just a little more emotional. I think even just this one scene change makes the story feel a whole lot more real.
Chapter 2 - Changes - If I Could Take Us Back
Trevor can't find any more courage to speak up. This is the end.
Obviously the demon wanted something that Trevor couldn't give him. Answers that he doesn't have, a soul to feast on, perhaps.
No one speaks for a moment, the only noises to be heard take the form of whimpered breaths in Trevor’s throat.
“In case you're wondering how we kidnapped you, we teleported you here,” Reggie supplies. “Cool right?”
Trevor’s eyes are screwed shut. His body trembles helplessly under the demon’s vice grip.
Another empty moment passes.
“Not gonna say anything?” Demon Luke chides, grip tightening.
If only he’d been a better father to Carrie. Not just within the last few months of delusion filled insanity, but from the day he laid his eyes on her. He failed her, and she ran away. Maybe it is all his fault.
At this point, they’ll never get to know.
He’ll never get to make it up to her.
A tear slides down Trevor's face and falls to the concrete.
He shudders, “j-just get it over with.”
“What?” The demon falters, grip loosening in surprise.
“Just off me already!” He bites out, taking in a watery breath, growing annoyed at their prolonged game.
Luke slackens, dropping the arm quickly as if the touch burned him. Dismay overshadows his ire.
“Woah, what? No- i’m not gonna kill you,” he takes a step back.
Trevor blinks back at the ghoul with shoulders tight. He stands from the carnage of instruments and backs away cautiously.
His eyes dart back and forth between his kidnappers. The one that looks like Alex wears a grimace of unease and shock, and Reggie looks purely dumbfounded. Luke gazes back wearily, angrily… remorsefully?
With the ghouls temporarily pacified, he dares a moment to assess their outpost. He glances at the large garage doors and the chairs suspended from the open ceiling-
It shocks him as a manic chuckle breaks past his own lips, and the demons lapse.
“You're not gonna kill me,” the humorless smile wavers, “you clobbered me- chased me through my house-”
The ghouls shift under the sudden scrutiny.
They aren’t going to kill him. But the river… the change… It had to have been them, otherwise-
His face grows hot, wetness resuming its flow down his face
“I woke up like this for fuck’s sake, and you had nothing to do with it?” He breathes in another warbly breath. Letting the tears fall freely now.
Men aren’t allowed to cry, and normally he follows the rules. But normally, men aren’t haunted by their dead friends and turned into teenagers.
He squeezes his face and regrets the throb that follows. Demon Luke must’ve given him a black eye.
“Bobby, hey,” He hears Alex’s voice whisper. His eyes open to see a hand extended in sympathy, but it retracts as Trevor backs away.
“We didn’t do this to you, man,” Reggie mumbles, smart enough to keep his distance.
Anger floods Trevor’s vision, and he grits his teeth, “Then who did!” He bites, feeling a rush of bravery in the face of what he thought was doom.
“You’re demons, who else could it’ve been,” The demons only stare.
“If it wasn’t you then- then I…”
He wipes the tears from his face with the heel of his palm.
“I don’t know what happened to me… I don’t even know what you are,”
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