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Chapter 1.
AN: This is the only sense of normalcy you will get here. Yes, this is heavily based off of My Immortal, and I’d like to apologize in advance for any psychic damage you may take in the future. If you haven’t listened to the Oliver Harper audios, this is going to get really confusing really fast because it’s a shitty re-telling, so go and listen to them. Or don’t! The confusion might help, actually. Fangz (get it cause im goffick) to my good friend Cat for supporting my decision to write this :-) U rok! Watch out for the POV changes and the First Person POVs.
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Hi my name is Oliver Harper and I am bald (unfortunately) but that doens’t rally matter because the important thing is that I wrk for an Unnamemfd Stock Trading firm and the year si is 1966 and I liek my job I guess but there is a terrible secret I have that would get me fire d but nobody knows so its okay. Not a lot of peolpe talk to me at work but it is oky because I makea the chash money. I’m a prep but like not a super popular prep (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly pinstripes. It s a uniform I guess and I don’t rekmember where I got them from, but we have a spare room of them at the office for …. some...reacson. Anyways, today I was wearing a white buttoned up shirt with a black tie, a balck and white striped waistcoat, a matching suit jacket , black slacks and oxford shoes. I aws sitting in my office so there was no sun, which I was neutral about. Nobody was staring at me because, again, In My Office.
The phone rang and I picked it uup. “Hello, Oliver Harper speakign.”
“Hey ummmmmmmm,” It ws my Good FRiend and Only That, Georgie. “The poliecce are on their way, I’m. so sorry.”
I slammed the pohne down .I was done for! Shit!
Sudenlty, my someone knocked on the door. It was...Mr.Flowers, my boss!
“What’s up Mr.Flowers?” I asked nervously.
“We need to talk, Oliver.” He said seriously.
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The Doctor was standing at the TARDIS consoel control grimley, meanwhile I stood acros the room from him, standing in shock. We’d just left Kembel, the thing in the middle of the consol was going up and down you know how it does, and all I could do was stand there. The Doctor started humming to himskefl and walking around as if nothing aws wrong,. and I wanted to shake the old guy. Yiknow just rattle him around liek a tin of mints.
“Hey, Doctor” I said, “Um, don’t you feel any grief? Any remorse? What the fuck just happened?”
“It was a aterrrible waste, my boy! A terrible waste, indeed. Hm.” He hmmed.
“Doctor, literally all of my friends are dead.”
He didnt say anything, hejust kept walking around the console rool. I suppose there isn;t anything I can do about it, so I just kept my thoughts to myself. What where those thoughts? Mostly screaming, maybe crying. I was tired, that’s for certain. Now that we’re halfway to the point wbher I having a mental breakdown, I should probably tell you who I am and what I’m struglging to comprehend. My name is Steven White-Boy-Of-The-Week Taylor, and I’ve bene travelling through space and time with this possible war criminal grandpa named The Doctor for roughly a year at this point. I dot even know if it’s been a year though, because the TARDIS, no matter what The Doctor says about how much he knows about it or his lack of telling me how it works, has no year counter. So that’s cool. Anyways, more about me: I’m fairly tall have thin brown hair that I sort of effortlessly style each day and fairly nice brown eyes. A lot of people tell me I resemble a himbo, but I’m not really sure what that is. I think it’s supposedt to be a compliment? Anyways, at that time I as wearing a blue-button up shirt tucked into some dark jeans. There was a bit of gravelly dust on my hands, which was sort of freaking me out, due to havhing just witnessed one of my only friends in several years, Sara Kingdom, age rapidly into dust. It wasn’t just her though, the whole plaent we were on (Kembel) just got dusted like in that one old movie Inifintiy War. Sara wasn’t the only person that died with me and the doctor, though, because there was also this girl Katarina and Sara’s whole brother Bret. They weren’t dusted, but they also died in horrible horrible ways. I’m probably going to have some nightmares about it I’f I’m being hinoesty about it. The consol in the middle of the room staopped moving and the doctor came back in.
“Well my boy, shall we see where we’ve landed?” He hemmed
“I think I need a minute Doctor. I think the tears just started give me a second.” I said sadly. I took a quick cry break and then I was aready to go. “Okay, I’m ready to go.”