((Hey guys, Stel here! Man..Uh..Well I uh..Admittedly haven't really written //that// many stories since Shattered, which is kinda sad considering that that thing is ancient and literally 2-3 years old. Like, sheesh Stel.
Anyways, this is the first draft to my story Paper Hearts, as you probably have already saw. Technically yes this is fan fiction, however, the way I portray and play out Sky really breaks away from the norm. What I mean by that is, well, the best way I can describe it is like this -- you have a recipe, right? The recipe is pretty snazzy and fancy and shtuff, and it's a recipe for cookies, so you make cookies based off of that recipe. However, you decide to ad-lib parts of the recipe since you lack the ingredients, and the end result seems to be good enough. That's kinda how things are with me -- I do not own, nor claim to own the actual persona for Sky -- Adam owns him, dur. I just claim my adaptation of him as my own; tbh he's really just an OC of mine who resembles some other fameous kid. But I digress.
Enough of this giant spheal. Sorry about that, lol; I tend to ramble a lot, as you can tell. Onto the story itself!))
"Heh..I'll see you later guys!"
"What? Don't look at me like that! ...Okay, okay, I get it. It was nice catching up and all, but I really gotta--"
"....What, it's not like I can just ignore it or anything. I gotta get my stuff done!"
".....Well, yeah, but I gotta pull my own weight, ya know?"
"Pssshh, it won't take me all that long, I promise! I'll be out by tomorrow."
"....I will! Well, anyways, I gotta get back to work now. See ya!"
He sighs. ...Man, I hate having to do all this junk..
Well, I am the leader. It's my responsibility to--
....And you're talking to yourself again. Honestly, why do you even bother anymore? You know no one is even here.
..Well, yeah, but it helps!
....Sometimes....
Well, whatever. I'm going to keep doing it anyways. And there's nothing you can do to stop me, ______.
....Heh..It's been too long since I've heard that name. I've gotten so used to..Sky...
...Stop dwelling on the past. You know you can't change anything.
...And you need to stop talking to yourself. Like, seriously man. It's starting to get..Kinda..Freaky at this point.
LOL NO I DO WHAT I WANT YOU CAN'T STOP-- He kicks himself. Ow!
.....I'm still doing it anyways.
Sky writes some stuff down, looking distracted and nervous while biting his lip.
....Augh..I can't focus. He leans back, looks up at the ceiling and start humming New World.
I wonder how it's like..Being up there.. Heh..Must be nice..No worries, no problems..Just...Floating upon a breeze that you can control..
...You need to stop thinking like that Sky. That's not good for you.
So? Talking to myself isn't good for me either, but I'm doing it anyways.
...Fair point. He continues to look up before going back to work.
...Do you think you'll ever..You know..Fix yourself?
..Why are we even talking about that in the first place? Wait, we?
..I guess it's a "we" now. Wee wee, baguettes. He laugh quietly to himself. Okay, that was really bad, but I'm not sorry for it. I should be, but I'm not.
Well, anyways, I know that some things never heal, but you know what they say; the best medicine is time. That or laughter, but both of which I'm lacking.
...Look, you have a lot of stuff still ahead of you. You really need to get it done, you don't want to disappoint everyone. ...Everyone's depending on you, the Leader, you need to get it done, you need to get it done now, you need to..You need to..! Sky talks faster and faster while clutching his head.
.....What's the point of it all...?
I'm alone, despite my followers. I've always been alone, haven't I?
........
He starts to cry.
...No, stop. Sky. Get a hold of yourself. Crying isn't going to solve anything. It's better to keep things bottled up, anyways. Just...Look at that stack of papers in front of you. Good. You see how each piece stacks up on each other, forming something larger than itself?
That's how you are. That's how we are.
We build upon each other. We all have something written on us, but also things that can't be plainly seen. We all have our own style, our own words, our own ideas. We depend on each other for support and compassion. You can't give up now; you're the very first piece.
...Heh..I never knew a stupid pile of paperwork could be so...Deep.
Yeah, well, you're tired. Sleep deprived. You haven't gotten a wink of sleep in... He peers off to the side. ...A week. Dang. You should probably do something about that.
...First things first, though, work. Gotta get it down, then get some sleep, then meet up with them tomorrow.
...Sounds like a plan. Sky then goes back to work.
((Okay but like now looking back on this..I uh..Oh man am I cringing. Oh well.
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The second draft is better trust me--))
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Paper Hearts
Fantasy((Wow apparently the picture was too big for the thing. Rip)) Hey so there are actually two different drafts to this story -- the first of which, well..Probably doesn't make all that much sense since everything is out of context, so you're real...
