Prompt Post - Part Eight [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

[yj_anon]

THIS PART IS NOW CLOSED. YOU CAN CONTINUE POSTING FILLS, BUT PLEASE PROMPT ALL NEW THINGS HERE.
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Feel free to reprompt posts from previous parts once. If you do so, I'd recommend leaving a link to your fill on the original prompt, in case somebody

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[Mini-Fill] Prelude [1/5]

[anonymous]

It started with music.

Or something that could be closely identified as music. As far as he knew this was nothing like the classical music he had knowledge of nor the one called rock that Wally had introduced to him. It wasn’t country, blues or jazz. As far as things went Conner didn’t know what to classify this music he kept hearing but one thing was certain: it was driving him crazy. He couldn’t even describe it. It was constantly changing, reflecting the mood of the area he was in. At school it was bouncy and happy sounding with undertones of a deep bass. At the mountain it was softer, but a stronger feeling with a what sounded to be a guitar and trumpet. In his room it was more solemn and heavy like a pressure on his shoulders. People’s words sounded more like they were singing than speaking. Even the general noise clatter from the cars on the street to sounds of Megan cooking in the kitchen sounded as if there was a melody to them

[Mini-Fill] Prelude [2/5]

[anonymous]

Then came the orange flashes.

It had started about three weeks ago during math class. Ms. Gainsborough had been teaching them about the trig functions sine, cosine, tangent and the meaning behind SOHCAHTOA when Conner had seen something out of the corner of his eye. When he turned his head to look, all he managed to see was a flash of orange before it disappeared.

This continued on for at least a week. Every time Conner would see something out of the corner of his eye but when he turned to look all, he would manage to see was a flash of orange. Megan was beginning to get concerned, he knew. She kept glancing over at him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

Honestly, Conner can’t blame her. He’s starting to think that he was beginning to --how did Wally put it?-- go insane.

[Mini-Fill] Prelude [3/5]

[anonymous]

Finally one of the pieces of the puzzle began to unravel

[Mini-Fill] Prelude [4/5]

[anonymous]

After that incident, Conner started seeing that boy everywhere

[Mini-Fill] Prelude [5/5]

[anonymous]

Conner stretched and pulled. Terror began to bubble within him as all around him the water level steadily rose. Once more he tried to break free from these metal bonds that were keeping him in place. They didn’t move. “Damnit,” Conner swore to himself. No one was around to help him either. The team had to split up in order to disable each bomb across the city. They were too far spread out to be linked up through Megan’s telepathy, choosing communicators this time around. Too bad that was the first thing that broke in Conner’s fight

Re: [Mini-Fill] Prelude [5/5]

[anonymous]

Holy SHIT! YESSSS, You have to continue this somehow anon! MORE TWEWY MORE I SAY. I love how you composed this and described the music and everything

Also, Joshua is so a better troll than Robin could ever be.