The 90's Kid
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He was Raris. Emphasis on was. Now? Well, Cavis Wishaw could tell you the processing power of an Atari 2600, but he sure as daylight couldn't tell you how he ended up in the body of a 14 year old boy, 24 years from where he breathed his last breath. Made even worse by the fact that he apparently died, and no one seems to understand the importance of the SNES nowadays, Cavis figures the plot of Back to the Future was not as fun for Marty McFly as it seemed. Will this 90's kid, when met with the struggles of the present, learn to leave nostalgia behind? Or will he be the kid that never learned to grow up?
so practically I spent winter vacation in a video game fever dream and accidentally made a heart-felt homage to the 90's. I wanted to share it. Completed, No-Beta.
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You never expected your parents to abandon you at the age of sixteen, and if it wasn't for the man your parents took in when you were ten, you would have been completely alone. Even after a year, you still half-expected them to come back. Your seventeenth birthday came and went with only two people to celebrate it, and you weren't related to either of them. Then came your eighteenth with the same two people. Your hobbies carried you through the loneliness that you found yourself in-although, your guardian told you again and again that ghost hunting wasn't a hobby. When a string of murders ravaged your town, your interest in both the paranormal and technology came in handy. If it wasn't for you, the case would never have been solved, and you never would have brought someone back from the dead, even if he did torture you with his embarrassingly truthful compliments and flirtatious lines. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)
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