Genre: Cheap creepy pasta inspired fan fiction ! Angst,Psychological horror and twists
Characters mentioned: Gideon Graves, Matthew Patel and Scott Pilgrim
WC: I don't remember but long
A.N: I know people don't care about my fanfics but am still gonna post since its a project I like coming back to.
Intro : this takes place after Gideon is defeated by Scott Pilgrim. Will Gideon Graves find Scott and defeat him once again? Or will he have to face his reality? This is all in Gideons POV!
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Chapter 2: The appointment:
I was up for hours figuring out my revenge on Scott Pilgrim and making sure he doesn’t make a fool out of me again. But I need to get rid of this- sinus pressure first, it was a close call that I didn't get called for a HR meeting but who knows how long I can get away with that. I look at the window, and notice my reflection. It was very blank and not the happy go lucky CEO boss everyone knew me to be, get it together and do it. The door opens by one of the guards and I come out with a friendly smile walking to the building. I told the guards I was capable of taking care of myself but they insisted they at least wait for me outside the building. I can’t say no to those boys. As I wait in the waiting room, the nurse looks at her clip board and looks up, “Gideon Graves” she says. I get up, dust off my blazer and walk with her to the room. She did the usual check up and finally left me alone in the room.
I looked around the room and it was bleh with it being white and the only thing making it less scary was this picture. I looked at the image of two dolphins jumping out of the water, it seemed very old and out of place in the doctor's room. The light started to flicker, making me look up at the bright light. As I looked into the light, my body felt almost calm? I can’t really form it in words- but for once the worry about the ringing and sinus paint stopped and I felt calm. My eyes slowly closed down for just one moment. Until the door opened up and it was the doctor.
“Ahh, Mr. Gideon Graves! How have you been?” he said smiling and letting out his hand for a shake. Which I took and smiled back.
“Alright? Then I guess you don’t have to be here huh?” he laughed and looked over his clip board. I chuckled faintly, as his joke was cheesy but I wasn't going to say that to his face.
“It says here you got a nasty headache- can you explain that to me a bit?”
“yes , well i keep hearing this ringing every time something makes a loud bang sound…and when i see red lights?”
“Hmm…” he looks down at his clip board and notices something, “say, have you been taking your anxiety medication recently?”
I look at him baffled at him for assuming I even take medication. I dont need medication am perfectly stable- With a stern look i respond;
“Am sorry?- there must be a mistake. I don’t take medication.” he looks at me and then goes back on the board.
“I should’ve asked before- how many times do you drink?”
I change my demeanor and chuckle, “i mean, i only drink in social occasions”
“Which is how much?” he asked, concerned. “Four to five, depending on the meeting.” he looks at the board and then sighs a bit.
“ As your doctor, I recommend you go back to your anxiety medication. It's never healthy to go cold turkey and based on your dosage..it might explain that panicky feeling.” he puts the board down, “ And I am no therapist but it also seems like you're having some sort of PTSD like smptyms…” I look at the doctor furiously. I almost wanted to walk out right then and there, but I just agreed with his suggestion and got my medication. Not only that but he suggested I see a psychiatrist, but I don't have time for that. Not when I have plans of getting rid of that pathetic pilgrim.
I walked back to the car, where the guards followed me to the limbo and sat next to me. Pfft can you believe that doctor- anxiety medication? I don’t need any of these things, am gideon graves am whats happening- am blowing up in records and signings. And I am not gonna let some pesky doctor tell me what to do. I look down at my phone, still haven’t heard from Matthew, but I am sure he's lost in some musical binge watch. He would always tell me about wanting to have a musical career and always blabbing my ears off about facts on plays etc. I decided to call the other ex’s, no luck whatsoever. I tried calling Roxy and she answered, “What's up? Heard you got blasted to a billion coins” she teased. I let out a sarcastic laugh,” haha- that's not what am calling you for..” I hear noise in the background.
“Oh that- its just Todd hes trying to work out his fat that he gained after envy dumped him.”
“Oh yea- i forgot about that” You would think that guy could just get a new girlfriend, considering how famous he is.
“Yea but i have to lock the fridge so he doesn't try to eat any of my dairy products- HEY! NO” the sound of Todd screaming and trying to open the fridge violently. As he silenced from a water spray. Pathitic
“Look i don’t want to take up too much of your time, but since you two still live in..Toronto. I need you to keep tabs on Ramona and Scott-”
“Wait, don't you have a tracking device implanted into her neck?”
I growl, “Had..it seems like the chip just fell off and dissolved out of existence when I died.”
“Burtal man..ill be sure to tell luces, hes still in town. You would think after being rebirthed you would want to take a break-”
“Yea, that idiot doesn’t seem to take breaks for nothing- even after death” Todd can be heard trying to use his vegan powers but they were still too weak. Making it easier for Roxy to stop him and scold him. I end the call and check on Matthew, nothing. The guards looked at me and then away quickly when I made contact.
There wasn’t anything new at work, though I did finally have my alone time in my office. I decided to pour myself some whisky I had hiding in one of my drawers. As I poured myself a drink, I heard a ping from my computer. I figured it could be some spam, since there wasn’t anyone in the office. Turning on my computer, I checked my inbox- nothing out of the ordinary until i opened up my facebook. There I could see Ramona posting a new photo of herself, with a new hair cut being short with a new color. I always hated Ramonas short look, i liked it when it was long and just one solid color. I grew a bit frustrated as I clicked on her profile and saw that idiot scott pilgrim. He will pay for what he did to me, running my brand and my name! Everything- i took a shot of the whisky thumbing the glass down hard. Which started to make my ears ring. “Ah-” the ringing got louder and I screamed remembering how my body felt. People don't tell you about the feeling of limbs being torn apart bit by bit. You would think it would be like a fresh start and you forget what happened, but no. Am surprised no one even questioned it, especially Matthew since he was the first to experience this automatic change first hand.
“Gideon..” A voice familiar and I spring up seeing the female worker, “Oh..its just you, what are you doing here so late?” I ask curiously. “Well, I was sent down to give you this note, it seemed pretty important and given-” I took the paper from her hand, "Paid vacation? Really is this some type of joke?-” I look at her chuckling in frustration. “Does this company think it can run without me?”
“No sir- its just the investors heard about your situation and the visit to the doctors and recommended you take a break-”
“A break- seriously i dont need a paid vacation, you can tell those same investors to shove this right up there-” Right as I was about to lash out more. I started to see the other coworkers peeking their heads from the door. I let out a big sigh, putting my fingers between my eyebrows. Is this seriously how I am going to react? In front of every coworker? If i want to rebuild my image i have to play along, plus this will give me more time to find scott pilgrim. I responded in a professional tone
“Perhaps they are right, I'll find someone to take over while I take this needed break…” I look over and crumble the note into my pocket. “Bring in that kid Simon..” I sat myself down and started to dust off my man shirt. I smiled, explaining to him the things he would have to do around the office etc. However, just because he's in my office doesn’t mean he will be safe from my cameras.
As I left the building, I heard whispering voices as the workers, it seemed to be a mix of concern about me. But I don't need their pity, I know who I am- and there is no way in hell am gonna let anyone see me losing my mind over this ridiculous thing. The guard takes me to the taxi and opening the door as I walk in I notice my reflection at the window.
Walking into my penthouse, I saw the medication the doctor prescribed me on the kitchen counter and it was recommended I take it every night. Since it would get me super drowsy and sleepy. He also told me to avoid drinking since it's dangerous enough that I even went cold turkey. Looking at the pill I noticed how small it was. I had already eaten and decided to drink it as I noticed it was already eight at night.
“Hopefully that ringing goes away..” I say looking at my phone still no response from Matthew- what is that idiot up to?
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