#headfirst fic

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he forgor

A reader left a comment on Ch. 19 about wanting Classic to go hit Nightmare with a steel chair. @skellavelva read it and had this interaction with Ink and I-

there is now a steel chair randomly in Ch. 20

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STTMH Drabble

Classic stirred from his nap and stretched his limbs out to try to rid them of the agony of sleeping on the bare, non-existent floor. He rolled his skull as he sat up, the blankets underneath him shuffling with his weight. The bare expanse of nothing spread out around him, broken only by the vibrant blankets scattered about. Groggily, he glanced to the side and sighed, crestfallen. 

Patch had not budged since Classic wrapped him in the softest lavender blanket he could find. The blanket reached his jaw, slightly obscuring the smudge on his face. He looked comfortable enough. 

Classic shuddered as he glanced at Patch's sockets. They were always steady in their position, never flickering or reacting to anything. Devoid of all life, they were horribly empty.

Classic wished Patch would show some sign he was alive. A twitch of a finger or a turn of the head- anything. Instead, he stared at the ground, his face as expressionless as when Classic had first met him.

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Classic was getting desperate. It was his third time here, and each time, he felt himself going a little more crazy with no one to talk to. He learned after the first visit to bring something to entertain him, and due to the indeterminate amount of time Classic would spend with Patch for each visit, plus the lack of electricity or internet, Classic settled on books.

Most of which had been read before his nap and placed to the side.

Classic adjusted himself and leaned toward Patch, nudging the skeleton's shoulder, more out of a formality than anything. "ya know, it'd be great if you would talk back," he joked, watching carefully for any movement. After Patch made none, he scooted to lay some weight on Patch's back. Patch bounced a bit as he adjusted and straightened again.

"you like the blankets? i tried to get the brightest ones i could find, seeing how this place is all white." Classic cast a glance around them.

"i debated buying this banana yellow one, but it was so neon, you'd think it was made of neon. nah, i put that one back. think i did a pretty good job."

He glanced at the pile of books next to them and grabbed one of the smaller ones- one of his old joke books he brought up from the Underground. "wish you could tell me what kinda books you'd like. you don't seem all interested in reading, but i bet we could find something you would enjoy. i could read it to ya. i used to do it all the time with my bro. he still asks me to read to him sometimes. he has this old human picture book about bunnies- would that interest you? i could probably borrow it for a night."

Patch did not respond. He never did.

Classic flipped through his book, eyelights skimming over the pages lazily. He knew most of the jokes by heart, but there was something comforting about the crinkle of the pages- the result of Classic having spilled coffee on it an inexplicable amount of time ago.

"how about jokes, then?" Classic asked, flipping to a random page. "i happen to have some of the best jokes humanity's ever come up with in the palm of my hand here. wanna give it a shot?"

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This chapter took me nearly THREE weeks. *dies*

anyways this chapter is angst. it is angst. it is a n g s t. someone at every second is suffering somewhere. enjoy~

also @skellavelva I promise Ch. 21 will have Horror. Like ch. 20 ended less than ten seconds before Horror arrives. He will be there. i promises

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 14 is up and running! I suffered from so much writer's block with this one, so I'm proud I got it out~!

finnnalllly get to write some killer and dust (this is the first time I've written the characters so plez be gentle-)

also, plenty of lore drops in this one! ... i think. maybe. probably.

... i know what i'm doing (ノ*°▽°*)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

so relieved this chapter is finally done. i changed so many parts of it so many times. i want to shake it and scream "WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME WRITING GODS"

this chapter is a bit of a catch-up, so as classic tries to relax, we learn a bit more about the multiverse, ink and error's relationship, and some OG stuff!

also i'm so excited about the next few chapters cause let me tell you something is about to happen and classic isn't going to have a fun time-

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ch. 9 of Headfirst is OWUT

can someone come bonk my writer's block cause it sucks

hope you guys enjoy~! i literally wrote over half of this chapter in the past four days

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

taking the evening off from writin' for once. i kid you not, i wrote >6000 words in the past 4 days alone due to a shot of inspiration.

so here we go! we got the last mostly calm chapter before stuff starts to hit the fan. the plot about to go boom

also yes, there is a blaster puppo. yes, it is cute. yes, it is ferocious. yes, would protec.

oh! also be prepared for bullshitty attempts at explaining the multiverse in this one. blame my need for realism

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is this Classic?

Eh, it's more that he reads the sign and then *pretends* he can't read.

;)