May 24, 1986
Sometimes, people just die.

Still alive.

Also, still writing fanfiction. I'm just doing it rather slowly, is all, mostly because I've decided to rework Seuche and the revising/editing is taking quite a while. It's a better story for it, though, so it'll be worth it.

As regards this fanfic, I started writing this a while back and to those of you who are in somarium it may look rather familiar. It's a revised and expanded version of a 'dream post' I had to write for the game focusing on one of Ken's formative traumas. I chose the death of his mother and realized after writing a couple of thousand words that I didn't want to stop. I only forced myself to call a halt with several things I wanted to cover left unexpanded-on in an attempt to stop the post from reaching ridiculous TL;DR proportions.

Then, being a massive flake, I forgot about it.

I found the mostly-completed story on my pen drive this evening and decided to sit down and finish it, which I did, so here it is. Hopefully it's still vaguely interesting when removed from the 'LOL LJ RP' context it was originally written in. I like it, but then I rather would.

I have a theory Ken was an exasperating kid and have tried to write him accordingly. A lot of fanfic kids tend toward the sweet, innocent, adowaby wisping variety and for obvious reasons I find them a little nauseating. This fic shows me attempting to write a difficult five-year-old boy who actually acted like a difficult five-year-old. God knows how well I succeeded in that far-too-lofty ambition, but I did at least try and it's got to be an improvement on the usual absurdly angst-ridden Weiss-as-kids offerings if only due to the lack of cliché abuse.