class project! we had to create a book jacket using photoshop and what a better chance to practice than with my own novel :3c
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class project! we had to create a book jacket using photoshop and what a better chance to practice than with my own novel :3c
“What was wrong with them?” + whoever you want for the five sentence thing !
Hi there, anon! Thank you so much! I’m going to do this for Emmett’s second round in the facility, so I hope you enjoy!
cw: bbu general warning, training, conditioning, memory loss/recovery, facility operations, implied medical whump
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“What’s wrong with them?” Handler Nora Khan asked, studying her latest subject through the one-way glass. The man was shivering, eyes darting around the room like a spooked animal. She had read the file. Paper and ink could only tell her so much, and she hadn’t expected this.
“Facility four,” Amelia Brennan answered in a bored tone. She inspected her nails, then checked her wristwatch. “Another botched wipe. He thinks he’s talking with ghosts or he’s haunted or some shit.”
Nora hummed. Her eyes never left the man. “What is it, the eighth one this year?”
“Yep and its only June... Webster needs to watch himself or Madam Director is going to have his head on a pike.” Amelia sighed. She had been up late the night before handling the paperwork for another confidential trainee -- the paper coffee cup in her hand said as much. “So... you taking this one over?”
“I guess so. File says he’s harmless besides whatever... whatever this mess is.”
“They gonna wipe him again?”
Nora nodded. “One hundred percent, all the way down to the studs. I mean, look at him, Mia. There’s no working around that fuckin’ mess.”
“Seriously.”
“You think there’s gonna be an opening over at Four?” Nora asked, a dark eyebrow arched. “You know, if Webster can’t stick the landing?”
“Why? Looking to move up?”
“Thinking about it,” Nora shrugged. “Alright. Let’s get this started.”