Given Uneven Odds
Summary: The Sherrif was not always the Sheriff. Once upon a time, he was a different man.
Tw: body horror (he's slowly turning into a toy), unreality
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So- so the thing is, it's really hard to not wake up screaming.
And- and maybe it's because of the tightening of his skin around not quite organic bone, or maybe it's the stiffening of his rather squeaky joints, but he's pretty sure it's not quite that. No, it's the dreams. And the memories. And maybe a broken heart.
Because the Sheriff has lived many lives before. Countless incarnations, countless tragedies.
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Once upon a time, the Sheriff was not the Sheriff, he was Jimmy.
Once upon a time, Jimmy grew up with friends. They ran around a world that changed, a world of Watchers and a world of chaos. A world where his friend was taken, and he didn't know where. Everything fell to chaos, and he couldn't do a damn thing.
Once upon a time, he died.
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Once (no, twice) upon a time, the Sheriff was not the Sheriff, he was Jimmy.
Once (thrice) upon a time, Jimmy ran around a world of friends. And lovers. And enemies. And limited lives. He tried, so hard, to protect them. To protect him.
Once upon a time, he died.
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Once (it's thrice, now) the Sheriff was not the Sheriff, he was Jimmy.
Once upon a time, he grew up under the sea, with his pink haired sister. They left, and he ruled the Swamp, and fell in love with the elf King in the mountains. Then the world ended. And it was his fault.
Once upon a time, he died.
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Let's start again.
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Once upon a time, there was a Sheriff.
Once upon a time, he makes himself the pillar of authority. Of control. He goes around installing laws that in turn install respect, and control. But they won't listen. He can't do anything.
Once upon a time...
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So- so maybe the screaming isn't about the sudden hardening of his skin, or the pull string he found in his back. Maybe it isn't about suddenly being two feet shorter than he should be, or the loss of his reflexes. It's probably the dreams and the death, but really, who's counting?
Jimmy really, really doesn't want to die again. He doesn't want to sit back and watch as his world crumbles around him, and his friends die. He doesn't want to witness the deaths and tragedy to befall innocents. His power over what happens is controlled by his foresight, an ability he can never seem to quite master. He cannot see he consequences of his actions, even if it is shoved in his face.
He's just been Given Uneven Odds.
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Heya! This has been a long time in the making, mostly because I had no idea how to characterize Jimmy. I even wrote like half the fic before deciding it was crap and scrapping it. (Might make a separate post for all my scrapped writing. Hmmm...)
Eventually, though, I landed on the vibe of "pathetic little man going mad because he cannot control being a little canary and he cannot protect the ones he loves." (Affectionate) He's just a lil guy lmao.
But like, it really sucks, because he knows them, he knows them, but he doesn't know them if you know what I mean. He seen them tear each other apart and he's seen what happens when they work together. And it's also like, I'm a firm believer in every action you make has consequences. No matter how small, or large. It matters. Jimmy, as a character, cannot see the consequences. He rushes emotionally head first into all situations.
I just... this man is a goldmine for angst. I'm not sorry.
Anyway, this was based on this post by @theminecraftbee for their ask game! Go give 'em some love, I hear they're having a blast playing Vault Hunters.
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