#day 020

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Driver Every Day 2020 - 020//366 ∟ Day 020 - José María  L ó p e z

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sufficiency: alternate

Maka was never meant to rescue Crona, but Maka was never going to let that stop her.

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020/26

outside world

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020-365

dinner....

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Day 020: Unlucky.

Featuring Steve Harrington.

Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler mentioned.

672 words. This may be my shortest one. I am not happy with it, tbh. If you hate one, know I do too.

Last night Steve dreamt he was fighting monsters again. You would think that by now he would be used to it, or unphased by it, but even after four years, he still wakes up in a cold sweat anyway. He pants as he runs a hand through his hair. This has to die down sometime right? He asks himself, with a groan. Surely when I'm forty I'm not gonna wake up and reach for my nail bat because I heard a screech in my dreams. Steve scoffs, as he sits up in his bed. Who am I kidding? I'm never making it to forty so why even worry about whether I get nightmares about these monsters then? He scoffs, looking at his shadow in the light of his lamp he keeps on his nightstand. It shines against the far wall, shining against the bare minimum of a room.

He shakes his head, climbing out of bed. I need to clear my head. He looks at his clock, and groans. 3:07 am. Guess I am doing a very early start today. To be honest, he had a lot of early starts recently. And they keep getting earlier. He walks down the stairs, opting to get a glass of water and maybe some food if he was actually gonna wake up this early. What am I gonna do this early? I don't even have a job anymore thanks to that “earthquake” that wizard freak Vecna pulled. He rubs his eyes, trying to wash away the past four years knowing that it will never leave him. Why am I even complaining anyways? Max is in a coma, that is way worse than nightmares! At least I can wake up from them, she is stuck in the deepest sleep a human could be in.

Not to mention how the kids feel about it, especially Lucas... He opens a cupboard to find a glass. He pulls it out, only to have it slip out of his hand, and shatter on the floor. “SH!T!” He exclaims, as he runs to grab the broom and dustpan. As if my morning could get any worse. He thinks, as he starts to sweep the floor with the broom. He looks down at the mess, and collapses onto the floor, with a sigh that could shatter anyone's spirits. How did we end up being this unlucky? Why here, in Hawkins Indiana, did all of this sh!t happen? Couldn't this have happened anywhere else? Why must the kids here in Hawkins be the guinea pigs to this demon-like dimension? He looks at the mess surrounding him, and runs a hand through his hair. This needs to stop pronto.

He stands up, going back to cleaning this mess up. “I'm gonna be the one to fix this. I'm done fighting this war against creatures humans can't fathom. And losing people to it.” He nods, as he takes the dustpan full of glass to the trash can. ”No one else will have to suffer as long as I can destroy that fu¢king place.” He sets the now empty dustpan onto the counter, before running a hand through his hair. The only problem is how do you defeat a psychic wizard guy with a dimension of horrors on his side? He wonders, before setting his jaw. No. We're figuring this out on the off chance it can save Max and the kids. Maybe I should bring Rob and Nance in on this, see if they have any ideas, since they are better at this planning thing than me. He nods, and weird confidence flows through him that wasn't there before. 

We're beating that son of a b!tch's @ss into next year. He'll never harm another fu¢king kid on my dutiful watch. Hawkins will be a normal, tiny town where nothing happens again. With this new found confidence, he puts away the broom and dustpan, and runs to find some paper to maybe write down ideas. We'll figure this out. We have to.

[babbleandtea]

Day 020: A Feeling

This is actually another short involving the Little Witchling and your fox familiar. (Day 010 or tagged #Little Witchling if you would like to read more) 🦊❤

"Little Witchling," he pulled back the curtain back and you groaned as the bright sunlight filled your dark room. You tugged the blankets over your head in distaste. He grumbled above you and pulled harshly at the blankets, ripping them from your hands. "And here I thought I was the nocturnal one. Get up, it's time to go."

You made noises of annoyance as a response. This was normal for the two of you, constantly butting heads. You tried to tell yourself that he was just being hard on you, tough love. But some days you really couldn't tell if he was being just plain insufferable. This morning definitely felt like a certain kind of irritation. 

He had brought you to a clearing. Instructed you to find a specific herb but he only gave you a physical description and a feeling, whatever that meant. He raised an eyebrow at you when you rolled your eyes at the strange request. 

These powers of yours had manifested merely weeks ago. Then, not even a day after, he showed up. Your familiar. 

"Remember what I told y--" 

"Yeah yeah, when I'm close I would feel something at the base of my neck. I know, I heard you," you cut him off. Your tone was sharp as you avoided looking at him and continued to look around the field. You waited for the sensation in your spine.

"Then why do you keep looking with your eyes," his voice was oddly quiet, merely curious. You turned to him, still feeling the frustration heavy in your chest. When you met his golden eyes though, something changed, "Close your eyes, Little Witchling. You're using the wrong senses." For the first time in a while you didn't argue, and simply closed your eyes.

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very quick oc watercolor painting..

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