krook:

do you know what the worst feeling is?

when you have to force yourself to be okay with not talking to someone who you’ve spent hours upon hours sharing conversation and memories with. when you go from nonstop talking to barely talking at all. where the normal becomes the abnormal. when you feel like there is actually a part of you missing as each day goes by and not talking becomes more and more consistent.

when you feel like that effort and care that was once there..is gone.

Preview of a new fanfiction im going to work on.

based on a rp with scoutblu 

somethings still be changed. 

 Ludwig stared at the paperwork in front of him, thinking a few times of how to do the cloning progress. He wasnt sure, really. He never done it before and he wanted to do it perfect. He wanted his son back, his son who got killed straight in front of his eyes with no mercy. His wife didnt blamed him luckily, but she left him, thinking he gotten insane. All he wanted was his son back. He readed alot of newspapers too, every experiment that man kind did, whether animal or humans. Reading their mistakes, their succes, hoping to find a clue of what to do completely right and getting his son back. He already failed a few times but right now, the small clone he had in the capsule was still perfect, growing fast and strong, but perfectly. ”I will have you soon back in my arms mein kostbarer sohn..”

years passed by. Everyday the medic was getting insaner, mumbling, whispering and staring at the same time at the small clone in the capsule. It had finally worked. His rescource had paid off. Soon, he would hold his dear son back in his arms, teaching him once again. Learning him the right ways. But never once letting him go away, not yet atleast. He didnt want to lose his son on such an early year again. All he wanted was just to hold him again and be a good father. ”Soon sohn.. soon i will have you again… dont worry.. papa is here” He stroked the glass capsule, almost like he was stroking his son cheeks. ”Soon…”

 Finally the day had finally arrived. He slowly drained the capsule and catched his wet son in his arms. A small body, around the age of 6 to 8. Bright blue eyes and dark brown short hair. The child slowly opened his eyes, curiously looking around the enviroment before looking up at his father. He babbled something, no smile on his face yet, being a clone, he had to learn the emotions. ”Pa…pa..” He babbled, only able to speak that word since he had always heard his father saying that, registering it deeply in his mind.

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