Diary Of L

Today I looked at the notes on my English Common Task and was pleasantly surprised. Because of a weird thing a different English teacher was grading my work, one who I've never had, but I've known a bit though the library book club. I had an excuse to write space lesbians and I took my chance, writing a space lesbian pilot script with three plots because shows always seem to have too many things going on. The teacher gave me really nice feedback and it just made me so happy. English this year has sucked so badly, with me having to write god awful stuff to get a good grade, and being forced stuff I dislike, even when I can do it better my style. Getting a full grade with nice comments on something I really enjoyed writing was an amazing change, even if it was on the literal last assignment of the year.

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https://browniefox.tumblr.com/post/651468174135558144/fic-writer-ask-game

So I have this huge Magnus Archives and Paranatural AU where Isaac is an intern at the Magnus Archives and I just wrote this. Takes place around 165ish, but since it canonically takes place in a different universe there isn't really a specific place. Hope someone enjoys this!

[TAPE CLICKING ON.]
Martin: Hey, I see another person!
Jon: Martin, there are hundreds of people around us.
Martin: I mean one running straight towards us.
Jon: Oh, uh, I guess there is.
Martin: What do you mean you guess, there's someone running clear as day.
Jon: I couldn't tell they were coming.
Martin: That's...strange.
Isaac: Mr. Sims! Mr. Blackwood!
[AN OOF AS ISAAC TACKLES BOTH OF THEM, AND THEN MUFFLED CRYING.]
Jon: Isaac?
Isaac: I was stepping through the door to come here when suddenly everything tipped and turned and I was thrown out in this pitch blackness and there was no one around and I couldn't contact King C. and it felt cold and-
Martin: Deep breaths. You're going to hyperventilate. We literally have all the time in the world, so you can calm down.
Isaac: Ok.
Jon: Oh. *Oh.*
Martin: Jon what's wrong?
Jon: He has a statement.
Martin: Oh. That's not good.
Jon: I'm *know* Martin but it's very hard, especially since the Eye has never technically gotten a statement out of Isaac.
Isaac: I'm not telling my statement into the creepy tape recorder.
Martin: Isaac!
Isaac: It's my choice and you can't tell me they aren't creepy.
Jon: It's fine, he's right on both accounts.
Martin: So what? We're gonna travel through the apocalypse with you half distracted by Isaac's statement? That seems even less safe then what we're currently doing.
Isaac: Apocalypse?
Jon: Well I'm not going to force him. Besides, I'm sure at some point we'll find another statement I can do.
Isaac: I feel a little out of the loop now.
Martin: Do we really? The statements come at random. There is no rhyme or reason or even a pattern to when they come. And you have to do them before we move on. We don't know what would happen if you traveled around with a walking statement.
Jon: It's better than the alternative.
Isaac: I'll tell it. *If* I only tell you and not the tape recorder.
Jon: That's not how it works.
Isaac: The Eye can see through you, and you can know anything, there's no reason for you to need the recorder.
Martin: That's not what he means and you know it.
Isaac: Really, you *still* can't turn them off?
Jon: I'll learn to turn them off when you learn to stop seeing spirits.
Isaac: You have infinite knowledge and you still can't understand how being a spectral works.
Jon: I didn't need to use it. Georgie told me way back when I was staying with her. I was just too polite to call you out on it.
Isaac: You can't just stop seeing spirits!
Jon: Considering Georgie can do it and I can pull knowledge of at least a thousand other people who can, you are quite clearly a liar, especially since your name is on the list. And your friends as well.
Isaac: What?
Jon: You're friends, Isabel, Max, and Ed? Their names are also all on the list.
Martin: Oh don't faint please.
Isaac: I think I need to sit down.
Jon: We've wasted enough time, we need to be on our way to the Panopticon.
Martin: I hate to say this but Jon's right. Come on, you can tell us on the way.
Isaac: Tell you what? I'm not giving my statement.
Martin: But it's clear you have something to tell us regarding being a spectral.
[SILENCE SAVE FOR THE CRUNCH OF GRAVEL.]
Isaac: What I want to say could be a whole statement in of itself, but I guess the short version is that I'm pretty sure I'm from an alternate universe.
Jon: Don't be silly, alternate universes don't exist.
Isaac: Do you Know that or are you assuming?
[SOUNDS OF GRAVEL STOP.]
Martin: Jon?
Jon: Well I'll be, there *are* alternate universes.
Isaac: I'm not entirely crazy, that's something.
Martin: How is it possible that I continually get surprised by what the world throws at us?
Isaac: Because you never think things can get weirder and then it comes up with something you never even thought of.
Jon: Let's, let's keep walking.
[TAPE CLICKING OFF.]