Lisa x Roscoe have won! Tbh im kinda surprised Coldwave didn't, oh well! I have many drawings to work on (obv I will be posting them...whenever they get done) thank you all for voting!!
(P.s. Does Dr Alchemy have any ships? Abra Kadabra? I'm curious...I have seen ZERO ships with them...but in all honestly I never really research or see them much in general GULP)
honey-dont replied to your text post:
i miss al so much i wish dc actually knew what they want to do with him
Same :\ I like the interpretation of him being a knowledge-seeking bookworm, but DC's done so little with it and I can't help but think they've been stymied by what to do with him since Alvin was re-absorbed. They really need to figure out a direction.
kaliesuriens replied to your text post:
It's my father's birthday too 😂 happy birthday Grodd
Ah, happy birthday to your dad! Hope it was great :D
i don’t know if this counts but the artist straight up drew the wrong character here?? it’s supposed to be dr alchemy but they drew the pied piper instead…i know they’re both flash characters with green cloaks but come on now
Title: Hallowed Eve
Rating: T – Teen and up
Warnings: Spooky evil twin stuff.
It was an early Halloween evening, and Albert could scarcely keep his eyes open. He’d been reading a book in his study while Rita engaged with the trick or treaters, but multiple cups of coffee were having little effect on his drowsiness.
He read the same sentence repeatedly until the words blurred together, and slowly his eyes fluttered shut. Suddenly they were wide open again, but it was dark and he could see very little of the room around him…though he heard faint scratching sounds nearby, which were becoming louder.
“Who…who’s there?” he stammered, sitting up quickly in his chair.
The scratching grew even louder. It was coming closer.
Albert desperately groped around for the Stone, which rarely left his side even when he wanted it to, but couldn’t find it anywhere.
“I…I’ve got the Philosopher’s Stone! Stay back if you value your life!” he fibbed, his voice rising in fear.
The scratching continued to grow louder, and this time there was a low chuckle in the dark.
“We both know that’s a falsehood, dear brother. I am the Stone, and you’re completely unarmed.”
“Why won’t you stay away, Alvin?” Albert wailed, exhausted by the never-ending cycle which continued between them. “I banished you forever, I know I did.”
The voice was now very close, and Albert swore he could feel hot breath on his neck.
“It’s Halloween, brother, and the veil between worlds is so thin tonight. I thought you were an alchemist, adept in the esoteric sciences and their mysteries.”
Albert closed his eyes and breathed deeply, willing himself to remain calm. “You aren’t real, you truly aren’t real.”
“Does that fiction make you feel more at ease, Albert? Does it absolve you of the dark experiments you undertook in a search for immortality?”
“I just wanted to help people!” Albert shouted, lashing out with an open hand in the hope of catching something unaware. He struck only empty air.
“All you did was anchor me to you, and ensure I can return whenever I wish,” the voice told him silkily, slowly circling around his chair. Did he see a pair of reptilian eyes in the dark?
“No…” Albert said softly, hitting the arms of his chair with his clenched fists. It’d do him no good to cry, but he’d shed tears over his dark twin’s regular reappearance before.
However, a thought suddenly struck him: Alvin had said he was here because it was Halloween, and he’d also said he could return whenever he wanted. Which was true?
If Alvin’s tie to him wasn’t very strong, perhaps he could be sent away again, at least temporarily.
Albert’s ancient Greek was rustier than it should have been, but he’d spent many hours studying old treatises on exorcising evil spirits because of the ongoing problems with his twin. “Ἐκβάλλω σε,” he said loudly in Greek. I expel you. His words were halting at first, but he began to gain confidence as he remembered his research. “Οὐκέτι εἶ.” You are no more.
The disembodied voice cried out like a wounded animal, a shriek which grew shriller as it keened.
“You cannot! I’m your brother!” Alvin howled, and suddenly there was a welcome silence accompanied by the stench of something burning.
Albert opened his eyes and could now see his surroundings; he was back in his typically disorganized library, and nothing looked notably out of place. Had he simply dreamed about this encounter?
He heard the gentle tinkle of Rita’s voice talking and laughing with the children at the door and got up to clear his head. A group of children having fun would be an excellent palate cleanser after the terrifying dream he’d just had, so he got up with a smile and went over to see the cheery kids.
He didn’t notice the wisps of black smoke rising from the Stone at his feet.
