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Chapter 3 of When Two Worlds Collide is out!
Drawing of Simons alien-creature-pet (She's really nice, he swears.)
Chapter 3: Fake it till you make it.
Simon knew they were rich, no one can afford a spacecraft like that without swimming in wealth. The crash site alone was as big as his hometown. It makes him feel all sorts of ways, none of them good.
His nose scrunches, "Fine, just waiting for this to be over." Simon leans his chin on top of his crossed arms.
The light twitch of Rosh's eyes, her telltale sign that Simon is talking bullshit, makes him brace for a harsh comment.
Just when she opens her mouth to fire away, a knock sounds from the door. Simon calls out in permission and Wilhelm shuffles into the room. The hand that is running at the side of his neck gets caught on some protruding gauze. He hisses, blows some air out of his mouth and only then notices the two other people in the room.
"Oh- I can come back later."
As Wilhelm moves to turn around Rosh and Ayub's heads jerk to the door. "Is that him?" Ayub stands on his toes, as if that would help. His hologram sizzles.
Simon sits up straighter, waves a hand at him in a 'come here' motion. "Stand next to me, you're not in their range of view."
Wille obliges and walks over to Simon, he waves a little awkwardly at Simon's friends. "Uh, hi?"
The upturned corners of his mouth vanish when Rosh snaps a "Hello." at him, and gives a very non-subtle disapproving glance up and down. Ayub just narrows his eyes.
An awkward silence settles over them, Ayub and Rosh have some non verbal interactions that include multiple hand gestures. What Simon manages to make out of it is something along the lines of 'Are you seeing what I'm seeing?' And a head shake that, arguably, looks a lot like 'What the fuck?'.
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Wille's arms shake as he pushes himself up, with horror he notices how his legs won't work with him. Instead, they drag behind as he presses forward. At this point he knows he has minutes, if not seconds to act. Adrenaline wearing out quick.
Is this how he dies? After some petty argument with his brother, laying down in the remaining ashes of his family's expectations. Will his mother mourn? Can his father cry?
Black spots fill his vision again, the grime that digs into the flesh of his shoulder stings when it meets the ground. Heat licks at his skin, either from the blazing fire or the bright suns that slice into his eyes.
The muscles in his neck give out, making his head lull to the side. Time slips from his mind, becomes elastic as the smoke starts to settle.
He's so tired, maybe he should just take a nap.
Yeah.
Lil snipped from chapter 2 of When Two Worlds Collide :)
He had the spirit :,)
yr animation :)))
Hands down I think this might be my favorite one so far.
(yes I reused a few of my animations, fight me on it)
This is such a banger of a song tbh.
this one feels a lil silly, had lot of trouble with colours and was sleep deprived for half of it. Might remake it someday.