《The last video》Breakfast
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Eddy didn't sleep that night either, except for the few second he nodded off at the kitchen table right before Brett walked in.
"Morning, sunshine", he said in a joking manner to Eddy who jumped up to sit upright at the sound of his voice. Instinctively he checked that his sleeves were properly pulled down, and he eventually managed to slow his breathing after the adrenaline rush.
"Shit, you scared me..." he mumbled with his eyes fixed on the table top. He still had his hood up, partly to disguise the fact that his hair was all nasty and greasy from him not showering for a few days and partly to hide his face from Brett. He didn't turn around to look at Brett, but he could hear him search around among their pots and pans behind him.
"You want breakfast? I'm making some eggs", Brett asked, but Eddy just shook his head. The heavy sigh from his older friend caused him to want to curl up into a ball and apologize. He didn't mean to be difficult, it just sort of happened.
"Come on, it's the most important meal of the day..." Brett began, but was interrupted by Eddy's sharp reply.
"I'm just not hungry, alright? Leave me alone." The tone was probably a bit sharper than what Eddy had intended, but Brett wasn't about to let him off the hook just yet. He put down the heavy frying pan on the stove and went over to Eddy. He placed his hand softly on his shoulder, and Eddy felt his cheeks warm up slightly at the touch. He also felt stupid for reacting like that.
"Is this about yesterday?" Brett asked, concerned for his friend. He hadn't really meant to turn Eddy down, and in a way he hadn't exactly turned him down either. He just hadn't really said anything about it except 'I need to think about it' and then walking away. It was cowardly of him to walk away like that, sure, but he was freaked out! You don't learn your best friend in the whole world has feelings for you every day.
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Eddy didn't reply to his question. It wasn't just about yesterday. It was life in general being impossible to deal with lately, that included what happened yesterday. He didn't feel the need to explain all that to Brett, to burden Brett with his problems.
"Hey, Eddy, I'm sorry I just ran away like that, alright? I just..." Brett began, voice trailing off. He had given it a lot of thought throughout the night, but he was scared. In his mind there were two outcomes in this situation. He could give it a go, and risking losing Eddy as his best friend if it didn't work out, and some bad attitude from his family. The other option was not following his gut feeling and hurting Eddy. He didn't seem too stable emotionally in the first place, something Brett had noticed but could not get him to talk about, and he didn't need a rejection like that on top of it.
"I don't want to talk about it. Sorry for bringing it up", Eddy said flatly and got out of the chair. "I'll be in my room if you need me."
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Zombie Magus
[Royal Road Writathon challenge completion] Update schedule: (8/19 update, the story is on a break as I prepared for a rewrite and plan for its future. If you want to help me in this process, please feel free to send me a message and tell me what you think of the story.) Rana was supposed to be dead and returned to nothingness. That didn't happen. She died, but what awaited her was not peace. After spending 100 years in the embrace of a violent torrent of pain, she awoke and found herself as a zombie without any memory. She must now traverse a land plagued by a war that should've ended in order to regain her memories and uncover the mystery of her death, and her only clue was the unknown reason for her intimate knowledge of the System that governed the world. Author Notes: constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and thank you for your readership.
8 228The Fortunate Cultivator's Treasure [to Greatness]
Oh, the Cultivator's Treasure, the most powerful group of mercenaries—and cultivators—to ever exist in the Eight Kingdoms. Legends say that they defeated the Spiritual Beast of the West with their hands tied and while drinking Daqujiu. According to Bakhtam's own accounts, they even defeated the Golden Dragon of the Southeast during Sun King's Summer Solstice. Truly an impressive feat that echoed across the Eight Kingdoms faster than Hari could say good heavens! However, at the height of its power and absurd stories, the Cultivator's Treasure disappeared. And now that the Eight Kingdoms are no more, and the Jade Immortal slowly grows his hold on the North, it's up to Hari to find the Cultivator's Treasure again and bring them back together. But do they even exist? Who knows? Follow Hari and her search for the Cultivator's Treasure, while she tries to find her place in a world filled with war. - - [I hope you all enjoy the story. From a Cultivation fan to another.] [Participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] [Also, on SpaceBattles and Scribblehub.]
8 191A Nekomancers delight
Just a story about a skeleton and a catgirl as roommates. Nothing weird happening in here at all. Yep, totally normal stuff. If you spot any mistakes in the current chapter, please write them down in the comments. If you spot mistakes in older chapters, send me a private message through Royal Road please. Thank you very much :) The cover art was made by Blazblack.
8 144Weep, for Sun is dead
Weep, for Sun is dead Rejoice, for Sun is dead The mantle lays empty Its carrier has been eclipsed The Sun blinked And the God clapped The mantle lays empty Rise and pick it up, Carry it to the shore And give it to another hand
8 117501st go on holiday (Rex x reader abit)
The 501st are going on leave for abit on asunny planet somewhere. Your a JediKnight in the 501st and your taskedwith keeping an eye on them. Alsoyour going out with Captain Rex.This is just a silly fanfiction for fun I don't own anything.
8 74[OLD] The Magus of Imminent Oblivion
AN: This is a pretty shitty novel, in case you haven't already guessed that by the rating. Check out the newer version that I'm writing, since it has more content written and higher quality (I hope). He was a nameless child born at the end of a great war. He gave himself a name, then worked his way to prosperity. He had a job, a wife, a daughter, and his future looked bright. But, then, things changed. His wife and daughter were dead, and a hundred bodies laid strewn across the floor. He couldn't continue to live; he pierced his body with his own sword. Awakening in a new world, his new body burned with an old fury. Where magic was common and power was cheap, he vowed to never let anything get the better of him.
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