shamelessly going to advertise myself
So I'm into fanfiction. Bet you didn't know that about me. & hey check your judgments @ the
door. A lot of “intellectuals” are into
fanfiction. Come see me, breh.
But anyway I like Fringe [you SHOULD know that about me] & I
like SCP [yeah most people don’t know that about me.]
I was first introduced to the whole SCP-verse via the indie game:
SCP Containment Breach. It's one of those games the horror let's players play... because it's scary as hell.
Jumpscares galore. It still freaks me out.
But thru the game I read a good number of articles on their wiki
site [not light reading let me tell you] & wowowow. Here’s the link to that scary as balls it’ll
keep you up @ night shit: http://www.scp-wiki.net/
& during finals last semester... I saw that a crossover story
could work between the two worlds – between Fringe & SCP.
So in my story Olivia [the main character of Fringe] crosses over
to a universe with the SCP Foundation along with another Cortexichild - Nick.
Well they're scientific anomalies... so they're contained [think of the
SCP Foundation as like what the Men in Black do except on steroids] & they
obviously need to get out. Because who
the fuck wants to be contained & experimented on? Honestly.
But it's an epic story. I
have the Other Side [Fringe’s alternate universe] all up in there. Astrid
& Walter & Peter need to go on a mission. September is there. Somewhere Over Else
has characters that'll blow your mind. I make up a whole new team of
doctors just for my story & I'm making them actual characters, not just oh Dr.
X is experimenting on Y & yeah that's all you get to know.
I have full-on SCP documents like you'll find on the site, too.
No but srsly I came up with the idea when I should've been
studying for my math for liberal arts final. & then I wrote like the
10+ page outline when I should've been studying for sociology. Welp.
Go figure.
& it's totally just grown from there. Right now I'm
working on Chapter 12 & I just published Chapter 6. I’ll start refining Chapter 7 tomorrow [no
like seriously each chapter gets like hella read-thrus I’m treating this thing
like a magnum opus.]
You can find it either @ ff.net:
Oh & here's a little teaser of Chapter 1:
It all seemed strange. Olivia got out of bed.
It all seemed strange. Because normally her bed was empty, but now she shared it with Peter Bishop.
It all seemed strange. Because last month, last year, last whenever, she could have sworn that she was sure of her reality. That what she knew was the truth – not perfect, but the truth. But it wasn’t. It all turned out to be a lie. Her life was not really her life. All of those experiences had happened, but they shouldn’t have. That life was an incorrect path.
And it all seemed so strange. Because last month, all of those memories were her memories. Why would there be any need to question them? That was her life. Why would there be any need to have doubts? Why would there be any possibility to question anything at all?
The answer to everything had been and always would be Peter Bishop. All of those memories, all those memories that she had been completely certain were correct, were memories without Peter Bishop. And now that she had Peter Bishop, she strained to remember her life without him.
Which is strange, because she had lived her entire life without him. She had an entire life’s worth of memories without him, but that database was slipping away. Because of Peter Bishop. Now that the universe had righted itself, she was losing all of those fond – yet false – memories of her old life.
Olivia prided herself on being able to comprehend things that most human beings couldn’t even dream of, but this was still a bit of a mindfuck. The life that she had lived had been a false life without Peter Bishop. And she was going to lose all remnants of that life and there was nothing she could do about it. It was quite bittersweet because there were instances about this life that she liked. She liked having a stronger relationship with Nina and she wanted so desperately to hold onto all of those treasured moments of her childhood, but now she couldn’t remember any of them. And she remembered that there was a time that Lincoln and her were partners. And she knew that they had conversations, some everyday and ordinary and some extraordinarily important, but she couldn’t remember any of those, either. And that was a shame. But it couldn’t be helped.
Because as much as she hated losing that false life, she relished returning to her true life – a life without a gaping hole in the middle of it all. The answer to all of her questions, the answer to everything, was always and forever would be Peter Bishop. And now she was complete again.
She looked back over her shoulder. Unfortunately he had pushed his face deep into the pillow, but it was alright. She remembered his face just as she remembered their time together.
No calls from Broyles had come in yet and the morning was fresh and new. She decided the hell with it. She decided to just take a walk. She’d enjoy herself while she still could. She’d enjoy herself before a call came in about a suicide bomber who had ignited himself with an array of mystery chemicals that would make Walter’s wildest dreams come true. Walter. Perhaps she would stop by the lab, maybe as a surprise. Olivia was always business, always saving the world, whenever she came into the lab – there was no otherwise. Today would be that otherwise. Today would be Olivia Dunham showing up at the door with a box full of fresh pastries.
It was time to make some new memories, memories that she hoped she would never forget.
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