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 "Hi Tim!" Tim took a deep breath. Okay, he was finally going to do it. He was finally going to tell Reese. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. Okay? Okay. Okay…. He thought. He hesitated, and then typed it out. Lucah, I love you. Short, sweet, and maybe a bit too cheesy. But whatever. He hesitated again. He pressed enter. A split-second later, a message from her popped up, it came way to fast to have been a response. "Tim! I have a boyfriend!" "…" "What?" Tim's eyes widened.  No. He blew it. He ruined everything. Tim shook his head and took another deep breath. That wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to let doubt stop him

Chapter 3-Emile: Bowser's Castle "Wait a minute…" a voice muttered. "Emile?" Emile turned around. He couldn't see anything, but the person who had spoken was obvious. "Jon?" "Uh, yeah."  Emile squinted, and his eyes adjusted so he could see. Jon was sitting on another mattress a few feet away. Emile stood, and stretched because he had been sitting for a while. "Where are we?" he asked. Jon stood up as well. "Do you think I'd know?" "Well… I dunno, maybe." "How did you get here?" "I kind of fell." He couldn't see him, but Emile could tell that Jon had rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I saw, but fell from where?" Emile pointed upwards, to the

Chapter 2- Jon That same morning, Jon woke up on the sofa, also alone. He lay there for a few minutes, and he remembered what happened last night. He had... he had fallen asleep… He could feel his cheeks grow red. Emile wasn't there anymore, which was kind of strange, he always woke up late. Jon was about to sit up, when a thought occurred to him. Emile was probably hiding behind the couch, ready to give him a heart attack. "All right Emi—"he said, sitting up and looking behind the couch. No one was there. Tim and Josh were still asleep. He looked at the bathroom door. No one was inside. Weird. Then where was Emile? He looked at the table

Dear Adult Me, Dude, hi. How is it going? Are you happy? Do you have a nice job/college? Are you living in the fantasies I always dream up, or have you found your own fantasy to enjoy? Hell, I should probably stop asking questions, seeing, as you probably can't answer (unless you've met the Doctor but I doubt you'd want to answer these when you could be off saving the world.) and knowing your future is bad for you right? Now I know I can't really give you any advice on how to avoid stuff seeing as I'm writing to a future you/me, but maybe I could give you some reminders, you're always forgetful :P First off, don't  ever forget all the s

Chapter 1- Emile Emile woke up, curled up on the couch, alone. He sat up, stretched, and looked around. "Oh look, sleeping beauty is finally up." Josh said teasingly. He was sitting on the floor, looking for something in his suitcase. "Oh ha ha ha." Emile stood up and walked to the bathroom to wash his face. "Where is everyone else?" "Oh, they're downstairs already. I was gonna wake you up, you're the only one still sleeping." "Oh."  Emile got ready for their day of PAX, and went downstairs to join his friends. As they walked to the convention center, he noticed something was missing. "Hey, where's Jon?" Emile asked Tim. "Jon?" "Yeah…

 It seemed like an ordinary session. They played, they trolled, they laughed, and they generally had fun. But this recording session seemed to stray from the usual. Tim went to use the bathroom, and Josh went outside because he got a call, leaving Jon and Emile in the hotel room. Jon leaned back on the couch and stretched. "Damn, it's late." Emile yawned and leaned back too. "I know, even for us." A few minutes of silence later, Josh came back inside. He grinned when he saw the two. They had both fallen asleep, leaning on each other. He had to suppress a laugh. Tim came out of the bathroom, and stood next to Josh, who nudged him. Tim saw J

Dear older sister, Hi. I know you probably won't be reading this, but whatever. I just wanted to thank you. Thank you for always being there, for always being someone I could talk to and have fun with. Thank you for introducing me to all those amazing things I never would have found by myself. Thank you for all those moments where I could barely breathe from laughter. Thank you for shaping who I am. -Julia

She sits down on a soft velvety chair. She feels a fluttering in her stomach. Something that can only be nostalgia. She remembers the only other time she was on the Light Train. Before she knows it, she's exploring the past. It was the last time she saw him, two years ago. They both hopped on the Train, getting a bit bruised. They sat there, discussing the problem. He gripped her hands, saying how much he wanted to run away from all of it. He didn't realize that she was already hatching a plan to escape. She said she was going to look out the windows, but instead she went to the door and left him. Only now does she realize how foolish she was

She stands up and holds on to the gate as she stands. She grips the cold metal and looks ahead. She looks at the calendar that was in her pocket. She puts it back in her pocket and looks at the other one. Suddenly she notices the necklace around her neck, which has a metal ring that holds a tiny scroll. She takes it, and unfurls the scroll. "Elizabeth" it says. A million questions pop into her mind, adding to the many ones already in her head. It's obviously her name. If her name was written there, it was either adding to the design, or could it be that she had planned for her to lose her memory? She looks ahead of herself again, putting the