Third Person: [This is also reused from my Tartarus application. If you would rather see other examples/have me write another, this can be done easily!] Billy had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he started walking. The wounds on his hand ached and stung dully. It was still bleeding, he knew that. He just didn't care much at the moment when everything else was falling down around him. He needed to get to town and figure out what to do next, where to go next. He didn't have the option of letting himself be overwhelmed with all the weird and terrible things he'd heard yet.
But everyone on the network said getting back home was hopeless. They said it was hopeless.
That word was repeating in his head and he felt lost. That meant he wasn't getting back to Teddy, to his friends, to his parents. They said no one would notice he was missing, but what if they did? They would all be so worried. And if they didn't? It still meant Billy would be here missing them. He was still here alone.
But he wouldn't wish this on any of them either, not with the things he'd heard. Torture and monsters and things nightmares are made out of. It's not a place for anybody.
Except he's here, along with so many others, and it's apparently to be punished. He looked down at his hand, at the mark just barely visible beneath the blood that's drying on his skin. He wanted to wake up, but no matter how many times he repeated it to himself, it didn't happen. His magic might not be entirely gone here, but the spells he really wanted to cast were useless.
Like how many of his other spells, really? The ones that he really wanted anyway.
There's a moment where he thinks he could try it again, he could try to cast a spell to be a better person. How many times had he in the past and it always failed, right? Ending up here just sort of reinforced all that.
Billy Kaplan wasn't a better person even after all he had gone through and tried to overcome. He apparently wasn't even a good person.
And just when he thought things might actually be okay.
[Canon] Billy Kaplan | Marvel 616 | Reserved | 3/3
Third Person: [This is also reused from my Tartarus application. If you would rather see other examples/have me write another, this can be done easily!]
Billy had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he started walking. The wounds on his hand ached and stung dully. It was still bleeding, he knew that. He just didn't care much at the moment when everything else was falling down around him. He needed to get to town and figure out what to do next, where to go next. He didn't have the option of letting himself be overwhelmed with all the weird and terrible things he'd heard yet.
But everyone on the network said getting back home was hopeless. They said it was hopeless.
That word was repeating in his head and he felt lost. That meant he wasn't getting back to Teddy, to his friends, to his parents. They said no one would notice he was missing, but what if they did? They would all be so worried. And if they didn't? It still meant Billy would be here missing them. He was still here alone.
But he wouldn't wish this on any of them either, not with the things he'd heard. Torture and monsters and things nightmares are made out of. It's not a place for anybody.
Except he's here, along with so many others, and it's apparently to be punished. He looked down at his hand, at the mark just barely visible beneath the blood that's drying on his skin. He wanted to wake up, but no matter how many times he repeated it to himself, it didn't happen. His magic might not be entirely gone here, but the spells he really wanted to cast were useless.
Like how many of his other spells, really? The ones that he really wanted anyway.
There's a moment where he thinks he could try it again, he could try to cast a spell to be a better person. How many times had he in the past and it always failed, right? Ending up here just sort of reinforced all that.
Billy Kaplan wasn't a better person even after all he had gone through and tried to overcome. He apparently wasn't even a good person.
And just when he thought things might actually be okay.