Bobby's disoriented, alright. One minute he's in the TVA, then the next he's here. He was just about to protest, that he wasn't the one responsible for the inevitable shift in the timeline and that this is a false accusation when they just zapped him here, into this desert.
"Hey wait-!" He calls out, but nothing. He's now just suddenly stuck here in the middle of nowhere. And in a desert, no less, where his powers are usually the weakest. Bobby calls out once, twice, for anyone who can find him, anyone who knows him. His outfit isn't built for a desert either - just a button down and jeans.
"Hey, you got the wrong guy!"
Well, that didn't work. Not a single soul in sight.
As he tries to walk to wherever he can go in this vast desert, minutes ticked by. And after what seemed like a few hours of aimless walking, he's becoming more and more disoriented and tired from the heat. He does keep himself cool, though, at least, so he doesn't have to sweat so much. Controlling his body temperature right now is the only thing he can do so he won't exert too much effort in this dry heat.
After a while, though, he hears someone approaching, and it's almost as if he's seeing a mirage of someone in all black with the face of -
The truth about John's world is this: he could be a cool lone wolf right about now, striking out on his own, probably living in some shack that used to be some movie studio sign. But while he's always had a complicated relationship with authority, the reality is that he tends to fall in line when that authority praises him -- and Cassandra had cooed at him while she stuck her fingers in his brain, called him a good soldier and you could burn down the world if you wanted. He knows this about himself only in the haziest, most unacknowledged of ways, and so he's doomed to never admit it or change the better.
So, he's forced to contemplate the idea of bringing Bobby to Cassandra.
"Yep. Hi again," he drawls, and doesn't spare any time introducing Bobby to the concept of the multiverse and all the shit that entails. "Looks like you either fucked up the timeline or were about to. Third option is that you were just pruned because you're useless."
(He doesn't think the third option is the right one. Bobby's many things, but useless he is not.)
John pulls down his face-scarf, revealing an amused little smirk. "Congrats, popsicle. Maybe you've got more rebel in you than I thought."
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piscesnebula2024-08-16 02:20 pm
so sorry for the late 😭
"Hey wait-!" He calls out, but nothing. He's now just suddenly stuck here in the middle of nowhere. And in a desert, no less, where his powers are usually the weakest. Bobby calls out once, twice, for anyone who can find him, anyone who knows him. His outfit isn't built for a desert either - just a button down and jeans.
"Hey, you got the wrong guy!"
Well, that didn't work. Not a single soul in sight.
As he tries to walk to wherever he can go in this vast desert, minutes ticked by. And after what seemed like a few hours of aimless walking, he's becoming more and more disoriented and tired from the heat. He does keep himself cool, though, at least, so he doesn't have to sweat so much. Controlling his body temperature right now is the only thing he can do so he won't exert too much effort in this dry heat.
After a while, though, he hears someone approaching, and it's almost as if he's seeing a mirage of someone in all black with the face of -
"John?"
DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT
So, he's forced to contemplate the idea of bringing Bobby to Cassandra.
"Yep. Hi again," he drawls, and doesn't spare any time introducing Bobby to the concept of the multiverse and all the shit that entails. "Looks like you either fucked up the timeline or were about to. Third option is that you were just pruned because you're useless."
(He doesn't think the third option is the right one. Bobby's many things, but useless he is not.)
John pulls down his face-scarf, revealing an amused little smirk. "Congrats, popsicle. Maybe you've got more rebel in you than I thought."