I’m so pleased you liked the mix and I’m so stunned with this fic. It’s PERFECTION. Seriously, wow.
They shared one last reassuring glance at each other, and then went back to working into the night. Everything would be okay. They would at least have each other and as long as they stuck together, they could get through anything. It would be only two weeks later that Oscar Schlumper would find himself alone, hugging his knees to his chest and trying desperately to process exactly how everything had ended up going so wrong. *heart breaks* Earnest young mad scientists … having their dreams of escape shattered. I can’t handle this. *sniffles*
Oscar caught himself, and his cheeks heated up to an embarrassing hue, but he couldn’t help but stare. She was exactly as he remembered her. There was not a single physical variation he could see, from the shade of her hair to the shape of her nose to the pitch of her voice. She was a beautiful and perfect in this universe as she had been in his. Auuuuuuuuuwwwww!
“…She has no reason to hate me,” he contemplated to himself, trying to grasp hold of the thought. This Spoonette had never known Oscar Schlumper, had no knowledge of him, no memories, and no disdain. She hadn’t seen her former neighbor and science-obsessed high school stalker. She had seen some random stranger, awkward but harmless, who committed nothing more than the social slight of staring too long at someone more than attractive enough to merit it. She offered him the chance to buy her a drink. *slides onto floor to weep* Parallel worlds with heartbreaking consequences WHYYYYYYYYY … (This is everything I wanted omg.)
Spoonette was a possibility here in this world; a real possibility, one that had previously been untouchable to him. She had been the one to reach out to him. She had offered her hand out. Possibilities, possibilities… But Vyce was a certainty. Oh, OUCH.
Every gulp of air felt like a lungful of water, like he was drowning on dry land under the intense atmospheric pressure. His arm didn’t want to move. That was it, he was going to die. He was going to die- he couldn’t think- no- pocket- had to reach his pocket… Another strangled sound escaped his throat, too chocked to be a scream, but his hand uncurled and his elbow moved with all the fluidity of a rusted hinge to the fold of his coat. Couldn’t die yet. Not yet. Just a little more. Oh science it hurt to breathe, hurt to move, hurt to live. I love this concept, of other dimensions where the atmosphere is too intense.
He looked around at the group of people laughing and talking in their little party in the kitchen. They seemed like nice people. They hadn’t even been off-put at the prospect of giving some nobody a ride over the nearest public shuttle station on one of the moons by Jupiter. This seemed like a nice universe, peaceful and inquisitive. Perhaps if he had found this place sooner, his journey would have taken a different path. But as things were, every second only made him feel even more lost. I wanna cry omg. Poor Linksano.
It was loneliness. And it was crushing his very soul. *sobs onto blankets*
Wayne would probably despise him if Oscar ever did see him again. It wouldn’t be undeserved either, and he would take Wayne’s scorn without refute. Honestly, it was the best scenario Oscar could think of. Wayne would hate him and that would be okay because it meant that Wayne was there to hate him. That was all he cared about any longer. *sobs harder*
But something was still very wrong in this dimension. Hissing and giggling echoed all around him, inhuman sounds that chilled him to his very core. OH FUCK
“It speaks. Yes, what smart little huuuuuman. Others wither in the presence of our kind. But you speak. I will answer you, little bug eyes, as reward.” *hides under bed* AUUUUUUGGHHHHH
He had something now. Something that could destroy, something that could provide a measure of defense. Since the beams were relatively small and fairly short-ranged, he was thinking of perhaps crafting them into some sort of tool he could wear on his hands. Finger beams of some kind. Oscar grinned and aimed for the window next. The glass pane exploded into pieces upon impact and he laughed with glee. He laughed a lot more now, and laughed longer, louder, and sharper. It seemed more natural these days. Being a pathetic coward didn’t have to mean being a miserable pathetic coward, after all. He was rationalizing. Oh, oh Linksano.
Yes, there was really no need for things to be so doom and gloom all the time. No need to continuously fret about a past he couldn’t fix. How long had it been anyway? “Well how should I know? It’s hyptertime,” he complained. “It doesn’t matter in any case.” Lots of things didn’t matter anymore. Probably a result of that fact that he was doubtlessly going insane. His own name didn’t seem to matter anymore, didn’t fit who he was becoming. He was thinking of replacing that too. *sobs harder still*
There was also the fact that running away would put a major dent in the whole “take over the world” plan, and he really did like that plan. Oh wow. Linksano’s gone so far that his goals have now changed. That … troubles me.
But not this one. He was tired of running. “I’ll do it.” *weeps but is happier about it*
I love this, so much. Oscar's journey through space and time, his transformation into Linksano, his decision to stay and fight ... I loved this so much. Absolutely wonderful. Thank you so much!
You once made this remark on one of my first Linksano fics: “with most fanfics featuring Linksano, if you're not hurting by the end you're doing it wrong.” I kind of took that to heart. ^_^;;;;;
Earnest young mad scientists … having their dreams of escape shattered. I can’t handle this. *sniffles*
This might have been a little cruel on my part, but one thing I really wanted to do with this particular story was have Wayne leaving with Oscar being part of the original plan. A plan that didn’t end up going the way they thought it would.
Auuuuuuuuuwwwww!
Dorky lovestruck Oscar!
*slides onto floor to weep* Parallel worlds with heartbreaking consequences WHYYYYYYYYY … (This is everything I wanted omg.)
*slides down with you* Because FEEEEEEEELS. (I know, right?)
Oh, OUCH.
Yeah… just… OUCH.
I love this concept, of other dimensions where the atmosphere is too intense.
This little tidbit was a fun bit of angst to throw in. I really wanted to include something showcasing how some universes are poisonous/outside the range of biological compatibility.
I wanna cry omg. Poor Linksano.
I know, but-
*sobs onto blankets*
Well, when you think about-
*sobs harder*
Okay I have no excuses. This was pure emotional pain.
YES. BE AFRAID. BE VERY AFRAID. (Oh my gosh I couldn’t not do this scene after re-listening to Linksano’s epic “weep for your universe!” speech)
Oh, oh Linksano.
Poor baby is trying desperately to cope somehow.
*sobs harder still*
*offers consoling pat on back*
Oh wow. Linksano’s gone so far that his goals have now changed. That … troubles me.
At least Linksano eventually mostly turns to the side of good after he gets hired? ^^;;;
*weeps but is happier about it*
Oh good, slightly happier weeping. XD
Okay in all seriousness, thank you so much for the comments. I’m glad this fic made you happy because your mix made me happy. And so I guess we’ll both be happy whist sobbing over fictional characters and their angst. Good times!
They shared one last reassuring glance at each other, and then went back to working into the night. Everything would be okay. They would at least have each other and as long as they stuck together, they could get through anything.
It would be only two weeks later that Oscar Schlumper would find himself alone, hugging his knees to his chest and trying desperately to process exactly how everything had ended up going so wrong.
*heart breaks*
Earnest young mad scientists … having their dreams of escape shattered. I can’t handle this. *sniffles*
Oscar caught himself, and his cheeks heated up to an embarrassing hue, but he couldn’t help but stare. She was exactly as he remembered her. There was not a single physical variation he could see, from the shade of her hair to the shape of her nose to the pitch of her voice. She was a beautiful and perfect in this universe as she had been in his.
Auuuuuuuuuwwwww!
“…She has no reason to hate me,” he contemplated to himself, trying to grasp hold of the thought. This Spoonette had never known Oscar Schlumper, had no knowledge of him, no memories, and no disdain. She hadn’t seen her former neighbor and science-obsessed high school stalker. She had seen some random stranger, awkward but harmless, who committed nothing more than the social slight of staring too long at someone more than attractive enough to merit it.
She offered him the chance to buy her a drink.
*slides onto floor to weep* Parallel worlds with heartbreaking consequences WHYYYYYYYYY … (This is everything I wanted omg.)
Spoonette was a possibility here in this world; a real possibility, one that had previously been untouchable to him. She had been the one to reach out to him. She had offered her hand out. Possibilities, possibilities…
But Vyce was a certainty.
Oh, OUCH.
Every gulp of air felt like a lungful of water, like he was drowning on dry land under the intense atmospheric pressure. His arm didn’t want to move. That was it, he was going to die. He was going to die- he couldn’t think- no- pocket- had to reach his pocket…
Another strangled sound escaped his throat, too chocked to be a scream, but his hand uncurled and his elbow moved with all the fluidity of a rusted hinge to the fold of his coat. Couldn’t die yet. Not yet. Just a little more. Oh science it hurt to breathe, hurt to move, hurt to live.
I love this concept, of other dimensions where the atmosphere is too intense.
He looked around at the group of people laughing and talking in their little party in the kitchen. They seemed like nice people. They hadn’t even been off-put at the prospect of giving some nobody a ride over the nearest public shuttle station on one of the moons by Jupiter. This seemed like a nice universe, peaceful and inquisitive. Perhaps if he had found this place sooner, his journey would have taken a different path.
But as things were, every second only made him feel even more lost.
I wanna cry omg. Poor Linksano.
It was loneliness. And it was crushing his very soul.
*sobs onto blankets*
Wayne would probably despise him if Oscar ever did see him again. It wouldn’t be undeserved either, and he would take Wayne’s scorn without refute. Honestly, it was the best scenario Oscar could think of. Wayne would hate him and that would be okay because it meant that Wayne was there to hate him.
That was all he cared about any longer.
*sobs harder*
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Hissing and giggling echoed all around him, inhuman sounds that chilled him to his very core.
OH FUCK
“It speaks. Yes, what smart little huuuuuman. Others wither in the presence of our kind. But you speak. I will answer you, little bug eyes, as reward.”
*hides under bed* AUUUUUUGGHHHHH
He had something now. Something that could destroy, something that could provide a measure of defense. Since the beams were relatively small and fairly short-ranged, he was thinking of perhaps crafting them into some sort of tool he could wear on his hands. Finger beams of some kind.
Oscar grinned and aimed for the window next. The glass pane exploded into pieces upon impact and he laughed with glee. He laughed a lot more now, and laughed longer, louder, and sharper. It seemed more natural these days. Being a pathetic coward didn’t have to mean being a miserable pathetic coward, after all.
He was rationalizing.
Oh, oh Linksano.
Yes, there was really no need for things to be so doom and gloom all the time. No need to continuously fret about a past he couldn’t fix. How long had it been anyway?
“Well how should I know? It’s hyptertime,” he complained. “It doesn’t matter in any case.”
Lots of things didn’t matter anymore. Probably a result of that fact that he was doubtlessly going insane. His own name didn’t seem to matter anymore, didn’t fit who he was becoming. He was thinking of replacing that too.
*sobs harder still*
There was also the fact that running away would put a major dent in the whole “take over the world” plan, and he really did like that plan.
Oh wow. Linksano’s gone so far that his goals have now changed. That … troubles me.
But not this one. He was tired of running.
“I’ll do it.”
*weeps but is happier about it*
I love this, so much. Oscar's journey through space and time, his transformation into Linksano, his decision to stay and fight ... I loved this so much. Absolutely wonderful. Thank you so much!
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Earnest young mad scientists … having their dreams of escape shattered. I can’t handle this. *sniffles*
This might have been a little cruel on my part, but one thing I really wanted to do with this particular story was have Wayne leaving with Oscar being part of the original plan. A plan that didn’t end up going the way they thought it would.
Auuuuuuuuuwwwww!
Dorky lovestruck Oscar!
*slides onto floor to weep* Parallel worlds with heartbreaking consequences WHYYYYYYYYY … (This is everything I wanted omg.)
*slides down with you* Because FEEEEEEEELS. (I know, right?)
Oh, OUCH.
Yeah… just… OUCH.
I love this concept, of other dimensions where the atmosphere is too intense.
This little tidbit was a fun bit of angst to throw in. I really wanted to include something showcasing how some universes are poisonous/outside the range of biological compatibility.
I wanna cry omg. Poor Linksano.
I know, but-
*sobs onto blankets*
Well, when you think about-
*sobs harder*
Okay I have no excuses. This was pure emotional pain.
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THIS WAS MY FAVORITE SCENE TO WRITE. >:D
*hides under bed* AUUUUUUGGHHHHH
YES. BE AFRAID. BE VERY AFRAID. (Oh my gosh I couldn’t not do this scene after re-listening to Linksano’s epic “weep for your universe!” speech)
Oh, oh Linksano.
Poor baby is trying desperately to cope somehow.
*sobs harder still*
*offers consoling pat on back*
Oh wow. Linksano’s gone so far that his goals have now changed. That … troubles me.
At least Linksano eventually mostly turns to the side of good after he gets hired? ^^;;;
*weeps but is happier about it*
Oh good, slightly happier weeping. XD
Okay in all seriousness, thank you so much for the comments. I’m glad this fic made you happy because your mix made me happy. And so I guess we’ll both be happy whist sobbing over fictional characters and their angst. Good times!
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