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Post by Teacakes on Jan 17, 2014 20:49:11 GMT
No. Fucking. Way was I using Pewds dialogue.
My fic would be violated!
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Post by Master Psychic on Jan 17, 2014 20:49:14 GMT
Why watch Cry? You have the best let's player ever playing this game. That's right-Pewds!
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Post by wakemeup on Jan 17, 2014 20:54:52 GMT
Why don't you like him?
...oh, wait. Thank god we don't have his big fans over here. Those people are so fucking annoying.
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 17, 2014 20:57:13 GMT
Agreed.
I think I might do the rest of the fic tomorrow. It won't run canon with TWAU for long. Also the story of Faith and her murder is non-existent.
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Post by Master Psychic on Jan 17, 2014 21:01:05 GMT
Why don't you like him? ...oh, wait. Thank god we don't have his big fans over here. Those people are so fucking annoying. Tch, I'm surprised those "fans" din't comment on my channel, saying that I'm a moron for playing a game that Pewdiepie played and flag my videos.
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 18, 2014 16:22:52 GMT
Bigby exited the elevator on his floor and walked up to his apartment, room 204. He took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked it and heading inside. He placed his keys down on the table next to the door and disconnected the phone.
Feeling the full force of the heat wave, he adjusted his tie "Damn... Should've cracked open a window" he muttered before heading into the kitchen and throwing one open. He then ran the tap at the kitchen sink and cupping the cool fresh water he splashed his face. "What a night". Just like any other.
He wandered out of the kitchen and over to his desk, checking one of the document files "Bluebeard's file..." He studied the paper for a moment before closing the folder "Never trusted this guy..."
As he walked over to the living room area he noticed an pig lying on his chair. "Not again" Bigby sighed with a roll of his eyes. He moved closer to he sleeping pig and prodded him. The pig jerked awake, and slowly became aware of Bigby's presences "Hey Bigby" he greeted civilly.
Bigby just narrowed his eyes and gave him a scornful look. "I'm in your chair, huh?"
"Yeah. Get out" he told him gruffly.
Snorting, the pig climbed off the chair and slumped down on the other side of the room. The two sat in silence as Bigby took out his cigarette packet and held it between gritted teeth.
"Got a smoke?" The pig asked.
Bigby took out his lighter and lit the cigarette, the bright orange glow lighting up his face. He then proceeded to kneel down and put a cigarette in the pig's mouth and lighting it for him. The pig exhaled through his nose and mouth, smoke rising into the air. "Thanks. Couple thousand more of these, and we'll be even on that house you owe me"
Bigby picked up an bottle and swirled the contents inside only to find it was empty "This has to stop. You can't keep sneaking off The Farm like this" he told the pig as he rose from his chair and moved into the kitchen. The talking pig followed.
"The fresh air and sunshine pitch they sell you on is bullshit. I didn't escape out of the Homelands to end up in some prison, okay. Don't send me back there, Bigby. You don't know what it's like, okay? You haven't been there"
"C'mon. That's a little dramatic"
The pig glanced at the glass of bourbon in his hand. "That for me?" He asked curiously.
"No" Bigby replied gruffly before trudging past him and back over to his desk.
"The house didn't blow itself down, Bigby. That's all I'm sayin'. Do with that, what you will. Now I'm not saying it's reason enough for me to definitely been offered a drink, but uhh... It would have helped to ease the pain you once caused me, yes. It also would have shown everyone how different you are now."
Bigby paused, cigarette between his fingers and smoke rising. He then picked up the drink and took a small sip.
"Nice" the pig said crossly. "I take it all back.... This is why everyone hates you"
"It wasn't murder... I was just hungry" Bigby simply stated.
"Yeah, well I'm hungry now. Don't see me tearing the flesh off your bones"
"But you would, if you could"
"Probably" the pig said with a smirk. "But no, hate's the wrong word. They fear you more than anything. You ate a lot of people back in your day"
"I thought we were all suppose to have a fresh start" Bigby said, turning to face him. "I can't change the past"
"Well, you can't change people's memories either" the pig stated. "Look, I'm not saying it's fair but.... It's real. People are scared of you. I mean look at your hands."
Bigby glanced down at his knuckles, they were swollen, red raw.
"That's just great. There's an illness passing around Mundy's and your just beating up Fables. You do beat up Fables right? You don't go around picking fights with Mundy's?"
"Look, Colin. I was doing my job believe it or not." Bigby told him.
"Your job is to beat the shit out of Fables"
"Sometimes I take them to the Farm" Bigby told him smugly.
"Fuck you" Colin growled.
"You think my job is easy? You try to keep a bunch of Fables from killing each other. Her do you think this all works?" Bigby asked as he sat back down.
"I don't know. How?" Colin questioned as he slumped down next to the TV.
"By being big and being bad" Bigby stated.
"'By being big and being baaad.' Don't say that shit in front of people it's embarrassing."
Bigby picked up his glass and took another sip of bourbon, quenching his thirst. "That's what gets you in trouble" Colin told him. "I'm sure you were shitty to every you came across today"
"Not everyone"
"Name one" Colin dared.
"Beauty" Bigby stated simply.
"What? Really?"
"I promised her something, that's all"
"Hmph. Alright" Colin said unconvinced. "Life is easier with friends, Bigby, and we live a long fuckin' time. I know you like this Lone Wolf thing you got going for yourself but I've seen the way you look at Snow, okay. You're not foolin' me"
"Will you shut up?" Bigby asked gruffly, losing his patience.
"Well, maybe if my throat wasn't so parched I wouldn't have to keep talking" Colin replied.
"Wait that doesn't make se-" Bigby began, confused by Colin's answer.
"Just gimme a drink. Please!" Colin begged.
"Colin. ENOUGH already. I haven't slept in two nights. I've been working all day. And I want to get two seconds of shut eye before I-.... Look, if I give you this, will you let me sleep?"
"Yeah, yeah, alright... Probably"
Bigby sighed before heaving out of his seat and placing the glass of bourbon in front of Colin. "Thanks, Bigby" he said gratefully before leaning over and lapping up the alcohol with his tongue.
Bigby sat back down in his chair and rested his head on the wall as he nodded off into sleep.
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 18, 2014 17:03:54 GMT
That took forever.
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Post by Master Psychic on Jan 18, 2014 17:10:54 GMT
Nice part. Colin is awesome.
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 18, 2014 17:21:40 GMT
WD action will start kicking off soon.
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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Jan 18, 2014 17:28:01 GMT
Let me guess. Shit hits the van in the next part?
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 18, 2014 17:29:02 GMT
Maybe.
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 18, 2014 17:59:13 GMT
Bigby jerked awake at the sound of a fire alarm. "What the-" he began before standing up and moving towards the door.
"Hey don't leave me behind, do you want me to burn?" Colin said as he came over.
"Mmm. Roast porkchop" Bigby said, licking his lips.
"Don't even think about it"
"Don't worry it's probably nothing. Snow's probably testing the fire alarms that's all" Bigby insisted.
"Then why didn't she inform you?" Colin asked.
"Shut up and lets go" Bigby ordered, throwing open the door. He was immediately met by an awful stench of decaying flesh, his strong senses could smell something... A dead body?
Feeling a little shaken he stepped out into the hallway and quickly moved towards the elevator. "Don't use that. Piece of shit will break down in a fire" Colin told him.
"If you hadn't noticed, there is no fire." Bigby responded before sniffing the air. "Can you smell that?" He asked.
"Yeah.... It stinks like shit" Colin replied.
"I wouldn't really use that term but yeah, shit. Where's it coming from?"
"Maybe the stairs?" Colin suggested.
Bigby glanced at the talking pig before moving towards the stairs. He stared down the several flights before sniffing the air once again. "Down" Bigby ordered Colin.
The two trudged down the stairs, Bigby clung to the banister. They passed 2 floors when the smell of rotting flesh became eminent. Overwhelmed by the stench Bigby covered his mouth and nose in disgust while Colin turn his head to one side and grunted.
Bigby looked down the stairs to see a Mundy, their body swaying. "What the fuck is a Mundy doing in the Woodland Apartments?!" Bigby muttered as he approached. "Hey! What are you doing here" he asked as he drew closer. He reached for the Mundy's shoulder when they suddenly turned around. Bigby backed away in shock. "Holy shit..." Breathed in disbelief.
The Mundy's jaw was hanging wide open, blood and a strange oozing black liquid from the back of their throat. Their eyes were glazed over, their skin a pale grey. The Mundy lunged at him, Bigby fell back and collided with the ground, banging his head on the stone stairs.
Dazed, he managed to hold the Mundy above him. He quickly kicked the Mundy off, it fell back and hit its head on the banister, their skull cracked. A moan erupted from the Mundy's throat as it crawled towards him. Bigby quickly stood and punched the Mundy in the face, his cheek cracked and blood flowed from the cut. He lifted his foot and stamped on its head, crushing the side of his face. The Mundy lie still.
Bigby panted heavily, arching his back and placing his bloody hands on his knees and taking shaky breaths. Colin trotted down the stairs and stared at the dead Mundy and then looked at Bigby. "Bigby did you.... Did you just kill a Mundy?"
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 18, 2014 18:10:12 GMT
Well.... What do you think?
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Post by o0HeaDShoT0o on Jan 18, 2014 18:23:46 GMT
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Post by Master Psychic on Jan 18, 2014 18:28:46 GMT
Awesome.
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