Ulysses AU

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this is based on the Ulysses music video and idk what I'm doing and it might start a bit awkward so here goes

also Wattpad isn't letting me put the vid in and all the lyric videos got it wrong... so... go watch it on YouTube!

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(Alex Kapranos, 9:30 PM): I was tired. Exhausted, really. I don't know how, or why, I had slept all day. I went to bed at one thirty AM last night, which wasn't quite unusual, a little early, but I guess I was tired. Sleeping normally was never my thing. I don't know.

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(Nick McCarthy, 9:45 PM): Alex showed up at my front door, wanting to hang out. Of course I said sure, we lived in a city and it was only almost ten. Bob and Paul were at the local arcade. I figured we could go meet up with them. The weird thing was, though, as we walked there in the cold March wind, some guy came up to me... And he asked if I was Ulysses. And of course I said no, I mean, how many people out there are named Ulysses? Was this some sort of survey for a baby name website? It was weird. Maybe it was BuzzFeed. I don't know. We found Paul and Bob in the local arcade, as I suspected.

"Something really weird happened on the way here." I said quietly.

"What's wrong, Nickybean?" Paul asked while still focused on his first person shooting game.

"S-Some creep asked if I was Ulysses. Who even is that? I only know of like, two people named Ulysses, and one's not even real and the other one's just really old and also dead."

"He asked me, too." Paul whispered.

"Seriously?! I thought he only asked me!"

"He didn't ask anyone else around, which was weird."

"He didn't ask me!" Bob shouted from his racing game.

"Same here!" Alex also shouted from another racing game.

After a few seconds of silence, Bob and Alex decided to go get snacks from the convenient convenience store down the road.

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(Alex Kapranos, 10:15 PM): Bob and I were walking down the road. It was silent and empty. Except for that creepy Ulysses guy. He was walking towards us. I kept one arm around Bob, making sure he was safe, and my free hand on my keys in my pocket.

"Ulysses... Ulysses..."

I looked behind me. He was close.

"Are you Ulysses?" He asked, his head whipping around at an unnatural angle.

"No. No I'm not." I answered calmly, although I was deeply disturbed and uncomfortable for some reason.

"Then... You're Ulysses!" He hissed at Bob.

"I-I'm not Ulysses!" Bob squeaked.

I tried to swerve into the convenience store's open door, but the apparently demonic Ulysses man dove on top of Bob, and I swear that demon disappeared.

Disappeared.

I stared at the ground, at where the demonic Ulysses man once was, breathing heavily. And then I ran back to the arcade, with my right arm still around Bob.