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Chapter Twenty-Six: Character Development is Hard

Chapter Twenty-Six: Character Development is Hard

We open on a dark night on the fourth floor of Tumblr, Inc. Supernatural is sitting at her computer very late at night, or rather, very early in the morning. Her face is lit up only by the light of her laptop. But she keeps working, all the way till the next afternoon. In the background, you can hear PtF and Antisocial Media talking about Eugs Googs, Harry Potter rereading the Cursed Child and going "WHY?!" every time something stupid happens (which is A LOT), Steven Universe and Gravity Falls, yet again, completing the puzzle  from like six chapters ago, and Animorphs hanging out with TUC. All of a sudden, Beatlemania walks up to Supernatural. She doesn't look up.

Beatlemania: [looking concerned] Are you okay?

Supernatural: [dismissively] Yeah.

Beatlemania: Are you sure? How long has it been since you came to work?

Supernatural: I don't know, like 10 am, maybe.

Beatlemania: Today?

Supernatural shrugs carelessly, focusing too intensely to actually care about anything else. You know that feeling? Like, you're doing something and you're focusing really hard, but you're only kind of hyperfocusing a little, but you're still hyperfocusing just enough to not be able to think about everything else so you're just kind of saying "yeah yeah yeah" or "yeah okay" or "uh-huh" or something, not really paying attention to anything else. Maybe that's just an ADHD/autism thing. Anyway, Beatlemania frowns.

Beatlemania: Yesterday?

Supernatural doesn't answer.

Beatlemania: That's it, I'm driving you home.

Supernatural looks up in dismay.

Supernatural: But —

Beatlemania: No, no buts. You're going home.

Supernatural: But I'm not tired!

Beatlemania: You can't lie to me, Nat.

Supernatural slouches down again sulkily, muttering something under her breath very bad-tempered-ly. Bad-tempered-ly? I know that's not it, but I can't remember the word . . . Anyway . . .

THE THEME SONG PLAYS.

Supernatural is finally at home in bed. Her sister and roommate pushes open the door and pokes her head in.

SPN's sister: Hey, you okay?

Supernatural: Yeah.

Supernatural's sister comes into the room. She is, unlike Supernatural, tan, short-haired, and freckly. She doesn't wear much makeup, and is wearing a black beanie and a green hoodie. Scruffy sneakers, skinny jeans, green eyes, and sandy hair like Dean's (hey, that rhymed!), as well as a black t-shirt, she's pretty in a slightly odd sort of way.

SPN's sister: You should really get some sleep.

Supernatural: Alright, Natalya.

Natalya grins.

Natalya: You do realize you can call me Nat, right?

Supernatural: Nope!

Natalya: [clearly joking around] [CENSORED] you, dude.