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The Making at The Heart of The World (discontinued)

Summary:

Seven years later, nothing's been the same.

Life has been better- Zuka has a stable job, a happy marriage and a comfortable home.
Rocket has his new dog and brother.
But nightmares have been plaguing him, and ever since the arrival of two newcomers in Crossroads, strange occurrences have been strewn carefully across the island city- all inside the reaches of Blackrock's new technological donations.
This time, the calls aren't coming from inside the house.

Character Ages (This takes place six years in the past but some ages are changed cause I can)

Rocket & Sword are 16
Zuka is 45
The Broker is 36
Medkit is 24
Valk & Dom are 17
Banhammer is 40. Holay molay old man

Notes:

leigh bardugo im stealing your stuff

Chapter 1: Remember Us?

Summary:

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Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Burning pain swept through his neck. 

Crystal knives dug into his collar.

The hot, rank scent of acid breath penetrated his nostrils.

The monster wrapped itself around him.

He choked on his own blood.

Tears spilled from his eyes.

A body lay, strewn across the sand.

Blue blood stained his hands.

Pale, dead organs wrapped around his throat and choked him.

Water filled his lungs and drowned out his cries.

Salt stung his eyes.

The house collapsed around him.

Wind kicked at his face and bit his bare skin.

Ice scraped his arms.

His head was slammed into the ground.

Blades slashed at his cheeks.

Brick wall smashed into his cranium.

The faint smell of paper crept up on him.

White robes wrapped around his dead body.

Antlers stabbed his chest.

The sand burned him.

The car crashed.

He was impaled, and his gear was pulled straight from his gut.

The phone rang twice.

 

Rocket awoke as his body slammed into the floor of his bedroom. He’d fallen out of bed again.

Notes:

absolutely no wait we are going straight to sequel mode sorry people who like waiting BAAAH

except me to not update the other fics sorry sorry i hate myself too (there is literally a sequel planned for this fic too fuck fuck fuck fuck save me from my creativity) (or just.. save me from shipping actually)