Chapter 5 ✒ Video

[writeswrongs]

[Hello there, Asgard. Enjoy a message from everyone's favorite mystery writer and wannabe cop. He's currently sitting in his room, his brow furrowed in thought.]

I have a question.

[He pauses, trying to determine the most delicate way to ask this.]

What if we don't want to fight in this supposed war that is coming our way?

[This place isn't that bad. He's met some really great people that he likes. But to be honest? He cares about Beckett and Alexis. They're the only ones that he wants or needs to protect, and would be willing to give his life for. What the hell does he care about the gods and their stupid war with each other? None of this is worth any of their lives.]

What are they going to do? Pull us out of the halls and drop us into a battlefield?

[Maybe he shouldn't have said that out loud because that's probably exactly what they'd do. Castle sure as hell didn't sign up for this. And wouldn't the gods want people who were actually interested in fighting?

He wonders if a deal could be struck. What would be the price for sending he, Beckett and Alexis back home?]

Comments

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[spaghettiokay]

I wouldn't put it past 'em...

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[writeswrongs]

Yeah. That's the scary part.

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[spaghettiokay]

And the irritating part.

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[writeswrongs]

You'd think if their intent was to win a war, they would draw people here who could actually fight.

[spaghettiokay]

Or force us to like puppets.

Either way, they'll get what they came here for.

Or, you know, what we got dragged here for.

[writeswrongs]

Yeah..

[A sigh.]

Maybe if I prove my ineptness they'll let me go home.

[spaghettiokay]

[Snort.]

Considering that I'm still here?

I doubt it.

[Because if locking yourself up in your room for a month and doing nothing but painting isn't enough to get you sent home, he doesn't know what is.]

[writeswrongs]

I'm a writer. I could write a fantastic battle scene for them, but don't expect me to ever act it out.

[spaghettiokay]

And I'm a teenage boy from Virginia. I mean...

I can paint. That's...about it.

[writeswrongs]

Perhaps we're the ones who were brought here in order to bring 'color' to this place. It would be nice if we could just be left alone to do that though.

[spaghettiokay]

[Rolling his eyes.]

Yea, well as far as I know that's what we're all here for, and it ain't paint that's gonna do the job...

Of course, torturing us, killing us, killing our friends, that'll do the job just fine.

God, this place sucks...

[writeswrongs]

[Sigh.]

Minus the war part, it hasn't been that bad for me. But I agree.

[spaghettiokay]

Give it a few months.