Lestat de Lioncourt
Sympathy For The Devil~♡
" How about... the ambi club? Think about it- Ambi means inbetween, and we're all neither chosen nor not chosen! That's it! From today, we'll rewrite our own destinies! We'll take this iron fist put upon our land and crush it!"
And so it was decided. We were Ambis. And that was who we chose to be.
In my world we have no future. We have no lives decided for us. We don't know who our parents are, our siblings- hell, we don't even choose who we have a relationship with! On our 14th birthdays, we would either be chosen or not. Our days scavenging outside the barrier for scraps would be over and we'd be taken someplace new and exciting an-
For FUCK'S sake Eric! Stop sugarcoating it! Move over and let me tell em!
Ow! Fine, fine!
Alright. Back to what he was saying. When we're either not chosen or chosen, you die. The only thing seperating those two boxes is the time. Chosen live their lives, whereas non chosen... die the next day.
Jesus christ, Rust! Do you have to make this so dramatic? Let me tell our story!
Alright, scrubs, calm down. Just make it quick- I have a meeting to get to.
So, let me start from the beginning... or should I say, OUR beginning.
Cliche much?
Shut up or I'll beat your ass with a pipe.
Now, let's go to the autumn of 4378... the beginning. 20 years after the blast.
Author here! Just wanted to say thank you so much for reading my work! I don't expect this to get big, but it's just a little idea I had! Please comment or DM me if you guys want more! Thank you!
- TheTiniestLifeboat
And so it was decided. We were Ambis. And that was who we chose to be.
In my world we have no future. We have no lives decided for us. We don't know who our parents are, our siblings- hell, we don't even choose who we have a relationship with! On our 14th birthdays, we would either be chosen or not. Our days scavenging outside the barrier for scraps would be over and we'd be taken someplace new and exciting an-
For FUCK'S sake Eric! Stop sugarcoating it! Move over and let me tell em!
Ow! Fine, fine!
Alright. Back to what he was saying. When we're either not chosen or chosen, you die. The only thing seperating those two boxes is the time. Chosen live their lives, whereas non chosen... die the next day.
Jesus christ, Rust! Do you have to make this so dramatic? Let me tell our story!
Alright, scrubs, calm down. Just make it quick- I have a meeting to get to.
So, let me start from the beginning... or should I say, OUR beginning.
Cliche much?
Shut up or I'll beat your ass with a pipe.
Now, let's go to the autumn of 4378... the beginning. 20 years after the blast.
Author here! Just wanted to say thank you so much for reading my work! I don't expect this to get big, but it's just a little idea I had! Please comment or DM me if you guys want more! Thank you!
- TheTiniestLifeboat
