Lewisxvivi Stories

[Editing in progress. I've returned to this fic after years and am trying to make it coherent.] It's been five months since the gang lost Lewis. But how, exactly? Arthur can't quite remember, and from what he knows, neither can Vivi; but it couldn't have just been an accident like the investigators had ruled. There had to be something else at play. So Arthur goes on a search to recover his lost memories and bring their friend justice, but something's wrong with Vivi... and Mystery seems more on-edge than usual... > Chapter 1 officially starts a week or so after 'Ghost'. CONTENT WARNING for swearing throughout and exploring trauma-based mental illness (PTSD). TRIGGER WARNING for description of injury, trauma responses etc. TWs/CWs will be detailed at the start of relevant chapters. ~~~ Story title excerpted from "555" by Mystery Skulls. COVER CREDIT: Me [Copyright SilverLining11, 2020]

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left alone trapped only to see his corpse lay bare at his feet, anger now fuels him, a spark, a flare, and fires erupted. This time you will dissappear!!

Its been quiet for the last couple of hours, me and Arthur just jamming to the music on the radio with Mystery sleeping in between us. It was nice until the van started making some weird noises. Now I don't get cars but I DO know they aren't suppose to be sounding like it was on its last leg. It had a full tank of gas and Arthur triple checked that everything was fine. The van is his baby, a gift from a friend though I didn't meet them. When the van stopped making sounds and moving altogether, we were in front of a large mansion that looked older than my grandparents. It looked awesome!