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Stranded - Chapter 1 [TMA Fancomic]

I'm going to be posting this series under #strandedtma !

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Chapter four is posted! Here is the update to the fic as well:

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

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Stranded - Chapter 3 [TMA Fancomic]

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Stranded - Chapter 2 [TMA Fancomic]

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Stranded

Lonely Apocalypse Fic - Chapter 1

"Haven’t you enjoyed it these last few months, drifting through the Archives unseen, unjudged? You’ll like it in there. I promise.”

Martin’s other hand flexed. He could hear the distinct whirr of the tape recorder somewhere within the observation room of the Panopticon. He wondered distantly if Jon would ever hear this.

He found he didn’t care if he did.

“Yeah.” Martin replied. “Yeah, I think I would.”

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In which Martin is the catalyst for the Lonely Apocalypse, and Jon makes the journey to get him back and save the world along the way. One way or another.

First chapter is posted! This follows the events of my comic for this fic in written form. It contains more details :-)

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Lonely Apocalypse Fic - Chapter 3

He had denied himself what he needed for so long now. Starved himself of the fear that was so rich, potent and often fresh within the people around him. Sometimes he failed to deny himself these things and reaped only the rewards of finally, finally feeling content. Basking in the afterglow of it each time he slept, watching, forever watching these moments.

Why did he ever deny himself these things?

Why is he doing so now?

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How much of yourself are you willing to give for the sake of the people around you?

Jon visits the Flesh domain. Without his anchor, he descends further into monsterhood.

Chapter three is posted!

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Lonely Apocalypse Fic - Chapter 2

Through it all, he felt that pull. Deeper into the crowd, where to walk would be to shoulder past every not-person so thickly clustered around that center pull. It was awful already before this whole thing, when the graze of a warm hand left sharp, queasy static racing along his skin where he had been touched. Here, the feeling was cold and wrong and it hurt .

But the pull was greater than the pain. He kept going.

It was immediately upon seeing it that he recognized the pull for what it was. Hunger.  

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Jon has lonely-typical memory problems and a weird mall is visited.

Chapter two is posted!