World War Corrupted: Prologue by HalostarOfCookieClan, literature
Literature
World War Corrupted: Prologue
Coat tail dragging on the ground, you strut down the brightly, yet messily painted hall, your usual smug expression plastered one your face. You were very happy at the moment. Well, not exactly happy; you were never happy. Maybe, jaunty? No, that wasn't it. Debonair? Well of course you were debonair, you always were. You were the complete definition of the word. How about... Enlivened. Yes, that was it. But why were you enlivened?
"Here you interrogate the prisoner, sir?"
Aw yes, that was why.
"Yes," you said, your smirk seemingly visible in your tone.
When the guard didn't move from his place in front of the cell door, your positive deme
Your name is Dirk Strider, and this is not how you would have wanted to go down at all.
This is most certainly not how you would like to have ended up with Jake, your best friend, whom you may or may not have had feelings that weren't entirely platonic for.
Roxy and Jane are both dead now, and everything is your fault.
Jake is not Jake anymore, and everything is your fault.
You are not dead yet, but you soon will be, and this will also be your fault.
Jake killed them, he killed Jane and Roxy and oh fuck oh god oh no this isn't fucking happening it's just not it can't be--
The black and white checkered tiles beneath your feet are slick w