Into Oblivion

Halloweeny Show: Nine of the Living Dead

Featuring:
Christopher Burton on PS Endanlegt Sinnuleysi

Class: Creepy Crossy

Placed: First

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     No one he knew personally would be here. No one to ask anymore pointed questions or dig into his life. Having been to the country a few times for past events, promoting Jax, it wouldn't look totally out of the ordinary for Chris to suddenly go from Eastern United States to Falkengard in Sweden. Flying over so many other show opportunities, probably some with better chances to increase publicity and acknowledgment. But anymore… Chris didn't think the spotlight was such a good idea right now. 

     How was Fang related to the Darcy's? 

     Chris stared at that very question he had typed on his phone. A text intended to be sent to his dad. It would be the quickest way to find out. Chris sighed, deleting the text and closing his eyes. How long was he going to keep pretending? The plane was totally silent as many chose to sleep on the way overseas. Chris ought to do the same. 

     He put himself in this position. No one else should have to dig him out of the hole he continued to shovel. Should he just get it over with sooner rather than later? Just admit he was a stupid kid doing stupid things with another stupid ass? Just start fresh so everyone was on equal terms? Or just keep struggling to pretend everything was fine and hope it did turn out that way? The possibility wasn't zero. He could pull this off. Even if he and Fang didn't work out… 

     There he went again. His mind just wouldn't let it go. As many times as Fang had let him down in one way or another, he still had the audacity to even want to fathom salvaging anything they had. Even after as many times as Chris had let him down... What was that piece of shit even doing right now? Getting high probably. Fucking Santos? Not if he ever wanted a shot… 

     Chris sighed again, opening his eyes to the darkness of the plane around him. He could be home already. He could be confronting Fang right to his face right now. Nope. Instead, Chris bailed just like Fang bailed on him. They really were just two stupid assholes running circles around each other. Would they ever meet in the middle ever again? What was going to happen if they did? 

     Chris scowled and lifted a brow, staring at his phone. He scrolled further down before scrolling back up. He clicked on another profile and refreshed the page. He closed the app and opened it again. Weird. The posts. The one with Santos and Chris and the one that blew up with Santos and Fang. They were both missing from Santos's feed and Chris's feed. Was this a glitch because of the online traffic? 

     Chris flipped through more and more pages, trying to find anything. While scrolling through his own feed, he noticed weird gaps in his feed. Didn't he post… no, there were definitely posts missing from the past. Okay…now he knew he had sent Santos more private messages than what was showing… Chris minimized that app and opened another social media app. He started seeing the same trend. Posts he was certain he posted were missing, certain messages gone. If he scrolled far enough into the past, a loading ring circled like it would load eventually but nothing ever happened.

     Chris felt his hands go very cold as he clicked on the status bar to see if he could even- a popup immediately jumped onto his screen. He felt his heart pound harder. 

     ‘This account has been temporarily suspended. Users may still see your posts and pictures but you may not edit, delete, or add content until the suspension has been lifted. For more information…’

     Every app more or less gave him the same message. He was locked down. His thumb hovered over the provided link for more information but he stopped himself from clicking it as an email notification slid down from the top bar: Pemberley Management. Last time he had anything from them was the welcoming to the park and all the HR mumbo jumbo. Coincidence now? Chris had a feeling it was not. What could it say…

     ‘Christopher Burton,

          You have a mandatory scheduled appointment with Management at 8am the day after you return from your current equestrian event. Until then, your media accounts have been suspended to prevent misrepresentation of recent matters that will be discussed at this meeting. You will not address any media following the event. 

     -Pemberley Park and Stud Management Team’ 

     Chris dropped his phone on the small table in front of him, tipping his head back with his hands over his face. He was so fucked. He was so deeply fucked. Whatever he did, whatever Fang was to Pemberley - Chris fucked it all. This was it. His last ride for Pemberley. Not even twenty yet and he would forever be that kid that couldn't cut it on his own the second he left daddy's wing. Too impulsive, too privileged, too used to getting his own way, a narcissistic ego-maniac with a penchant for a self-destructive idiotic drug-abusing loser. 

     Was it even worth it to put the effort into this class, then? He was a walking dead man, suitable for the show theme. Maybe closer to a zombie just going through the motions without a thought stirring. 

     Sin carried his corpse through the dark woods under the pale moonlit skies. Past the graveyards where his pride would rest in pieces after being ripped limb from limb. It would be bad enough just leaving Pemberley - the onslaught of questions he could never answer from the piles of NDAs. But if Pemberley really truly felt threatened by Chris, he'd never compete on a horse ever again. Being associated with a junkie. His horse just so happens to accidentally test positive for some illegal substance? Well, who's at fault? Who would all the fingers point to? 

     The only pounding Chris could feel was Sin’s hooves pounding against the cross country path. He really was dead. He couldn't feel his heart racing like it should. He was just a dead man riding a pale horse as the dark scenery around him seemed to swirl around, getting sucked into oblivion.

(1045 wordcount)

TLDR SUMMARY;

--Chris is stalling going home to deal with Fang

-who is he, how is he related, wtf are they doing, so mad about standing him up, etc. etc. etc.

--Chris notices all of his social media accounts have been tampered with and locked

--He gets a very spooky email from Management at Pemberley to have a "talk" when he gets back

--Chris is pretty sure his career at Pemberley is over

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Galloping in for the last of the spooky season!

What's scarier than getting your socials weeded without your knowledge and then getting an email along the lines of "let's talk"? Chris really going through it now :''D Scary times! Like 99.999% sure he's getting his ass fired x''D Hey, at least he always has a fall back on RidgeRunner lmao Daddio can get him a position surely. idk chris might rather just take a page out of the wanted ads than have his dad get him a job. WE SHALL SEE!!

I didn't really have a plan with this art other than just doodle around until I felt like it was good enough to stop doodling around xD You can kinda see it doesn't really have a clear path of style or direction it just art vibing around~ what if i did painty but in hard swirls and fisheye it on a slight degree so it's a weird trip to space. it makes my eyes do a concern lmao idk. i had fun and that's what singe demands in this show so it was done!

Chris/Sin/Jax/Fang/Dave/Art © @Drasayer

Darcys/Scary Management Team © @decors

No specific refs for this~

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