Alec Troven (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
element_wizard) wrote2006-10-07 02:54 pm
element_wizard) wrote2006-10-07 02:54 pm
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Alec rebuilt the Inn.
It was ridiculously easy. He just went to the Inn Space and gestured. And there it was. Better than before too. He really didn't need to gesture. But it was more dramatic if he did. Even if no one was there to see him. There really should be someone around to see him. To watch him do his thing. He supposed someone was there... somewhere. But he did it anyway. It was easy, for a Gary Stu.
His arm was healed. Because Gary Stus didn't have injuries like that. He was also taller, and handsome -instead of pretty- because Gary Stus weren't pretty. That was Mary Sues. He thought about finding a Mary Sue. But decided against it. She would only steal his lime light. He was stronger, lean with muscle and a six pack of abs. His hair was fantastic instead of that messy dull black. Instead of the mud brown eyes, they were now deeply dark brown that seemed to gleam with the power and secrets of the multiverse, causing anyone who looked into them too long to get endless lost and feel hopelessly small and weak.
He cast his mind about on what to do next. He could do anything. He was a Gary Stu.
He found Jono. It was easy. He knew exactly where to look. He held the little globe of Jono had been and put it on the mantle piece. It looked nice there, he decided.
Alec wanted to do more though. He had all this power. He could do anything. Perhaps he could cure Leela's blindness. That was a thought. Or save Mel from Orochi and banish all the bad memories. Easy. But those were such small things. He needed something bigger to do.
He studied the little globe of Jono thoughtfully and came up with a brilliant idea.
He would bring his family back to life. Easy. He could do that. What was life and death to a Gary Stu such as him?
He started to walk out of the Inn to where they were buried, but something stopped him. Something inside of him screamed in sheer and utter dispairing panic.
He ended up on the floor curled up, muttering to himself. "Stop me... gods oh gods... somebody please stop me!"
It was ridiculously easy. He just went to the Inn Space and gestured. And there it was. Better than before too. He really didn't need to gesture. But it was more dramatic if he did. Even if no one was there to see him. There really should be someone around to see him. To watch him do his thing. He supposed someone was there... somewhere. But he did it anyway. It was easy, for a Gary Stu.
His arm was healed. Because Gary Stus didn't have injuries like that. He was also taller, and handsome -instead of pretty- because Gary Stus weren't pretty. That was Mary Sues. He thought about finding a Mary Sue. But decided against it. She would only steal his lime light. He was stronger, lean with muscle and a six pack of abs. His hair was fantastic instead of that messy dull black. Instead of the mud brown eyes, they were now deeply dark brown that seemed to gleam with the power and secrets of the multiverse, causing anyone who looked into them too long to get endless lost and feel hopelessly small and weak.
He cast his mind about on what to do next. He could do anything. He was a Gary Stu.
He found Jono. It was easy. He knew exactly where to look. He held the little globe of Jono had been and put it on the mantle piece. It looked nice there, he decided.
Alec wanted to do more though. He had all this power. He could do anything. Perhaps he could cure Leela's blindness. That was a thought. Or save Mel from Orochi and banish all the bad memories. Easy. But those were such small things. He needed something bigger to do.
He studied the little globe of Jono thoughtfully and came up with a brilliant idea.
He would bring his family back to life. Easy. He could do that. What was life and death to a Gary Stu such as him?
He started to walk out of the Inn to where they were buried, but something stopped him. Something inside of him screamed in sheer and utter dispairing panic.
He ended up on the floor curled up, muttering to himself. "Stop me... gods oh gods... somebody please stop me!"
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Her realm was no barrier to him. He could do anything. But first... he'd let her stew. Let her wait in fear for his coming.