Thinking about Billy Batson and horror and the kind of emotional / psychological damage that would be wrought on a child in that genre when he’s smart and savvy and could turn into a Champion of Magic, but is still very much a vulnerable kid. More aware of the world than those his age, but sees things through a lens adults cannot. Privy to things that only show themselves to those most likely to see them.
Anyway, have a little snippet. Might pick it back up again later.
This was the fifth night in a row that Billy was getting by on little to no sleep.
Don’t get him wrong, he could go a day or two if the going gets tough. Sometimes the winters were especially cold, or the summers really hot. Sometimes the storms got so bad that his place had leaked or the wind threatening to knock everything away. And sometimes, not now, of course, but back when it happened, sometimes Uncle Ebenezer had a bad few days that made sleeping in that house neigh impossible.
So, truly, Billy was no stranger to lack of sleep. He could survive, trust him. He could survive just about anything. But five nights was pushing it, even for a fellow like him.
The first night hadn’t even been noticeable. All sorts of noises happened in the apartment he was squatting in. There was the family down the hall with the crying baby, and the couple a few doors down that had shouting arguments, an old man across from him that couldn’t hear very well so his late night television was always turned up, and Madison next door had her new boyfriend over a lot and they were quite loud. So, Billy was used to all sorts of loud noises - but, see, those were normal noises. Just as traffic outside or a car alarm or police siren were all normal.
What wasn’t normal was the silence that shrouded over the apartment the moment his clock hit midnight.
But, Billy didn’t even notice that first night. So tired from the week long mission he was away for with the Justice League, his head hit his pillow the moment he got back and while he wanted to be out like a light, he spent most of the night tossing and turning. And really, he did not notice anything the second or third nights either. Granted a few days leave from hero work, Billy spent that time doing seasonal errands around the neighborhoods and shops. He had to earn money somehow, and not a lot of tasks were out there for eleven year olds to do. Those nights, too, were of fitful bouts, his eyes closed and willing sleep to really pull him under, but true rest just out of reach.
It was that fourth night, when he was laying there, eyes opened and staring at the ceiling with its ages old stain and crack, listening to the normal noises of the apartment complex - that was the night he noticed something was off. When all that sound was just... gone.
Billy didn’t even really notice at first. Eyelids heavy with every blink, but sleep avoiding him, the ringing in his ears that only silence could make. And when he did notice it, his brows furrowed in confusion. Thought that maybe, for once, everyone finally decided night time was for rest. Wondered if everyone else was snuggling up in their beds and under their blankets with the night chill really creeping in fierce, as it does when the heat goes out or couldn’t keep up with the winter winds. And sure, it was May, but man, it really was very cold inside all of a sudden.
He pulled the covers tighter over him, burrowing into them to stave off the shivers suddenly wracking through his small body. Eyes closed, urging sleep to please, please let him rest, Billy heard the wails of a child, or maybe a baby, just down the hall.
Billy thought, you and me both, kid...
The fifth night, the last one he had before heading back to the Watchtower, Billy couldn’t explain why he was still awake. Staring at the ceiling again, watching the reflected lights of cars go by, listening to the old man’s television play an infomercial - he thought maybe he should do more Marvel work overnight at this rate. At least he’d be doing something useful with his time instead of trying to get sleep that would never happen. At least Marvel never was bogged down by the heavy weight of human limits.
Silence fell over the apartments again.
There was that wailing child again, too.
By the time Billy started to tune into it, really listen to the sobs, he was sitting up from his mattress, gaze on his front door. The cries were right on the other side.
Logically, Billy knew that as a hero, he should be rushing toward that door. He should be pulling it open and checking on the kid who should not be wandering the hallway crying away. He should be seeing what was wrong and try to fix it, save the day as he usually did. It was what Marvel would have done.
However, Billy did not move a muscle. He stayed right there on his bed on the floor, staring at the door he knew was locked several times over. His body refused to do anything that involved getting up and opening the door. His body barely seemed to want to breathe. His mouth shut tight and his lungs taking short, quiet breaths, even as his heart jack hammered in his chest.
Something was wrong.
Something was wrong, and not with him. Billy didn’t survive the streets this long by not listening to his instincts.
And right then, as scratching and pounding started up against the door to try to get inside - Billy’s instincts told him not to move. Told him not to let that kid inside because that the thing on the other side wasn’t a kid at all. Not when its cries got loud and lower and more guttural with every shake of the doorknob.
Not when the words that seeped through sent shivers down Billy’s spine. Made him grip the blankets, almost made him call forth the power of Shazam - the shriek of: I’m hungry, let me in, let me in, I’m hungry, hungry, hungry.
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Void Head Canon Moment
Ok so what if the sky wasn't real
Hold on with me here
We know that the void sea sorta dissolves everything that falls into it, it just goes, matter disappears. But wouldn't the void eventually eat everything? The ground would be all gone, and yet it's still there. We are told by Moon that:
So what if, what falls into the void sea eventually falls as dust from the sky. Nothing is truly gone, the cycle continues. Dust that falls from the sky, to become part of a plant, or an animal and in due time to eventually return the void and fall from the sky yet again.
What if the sky was the very bottom of the void sea?
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Alien Gender and Biology
I think alien biology would work somewhat like fish, more specifically Clownfish!
I say this as my understanding of Clownfish is that they are all born male by default and become female when there isn’t another female around so they can reproduce.
My thinking is that aliens just don’t have a concept of gender physically or socially; and so when they want to reproduce, their bodies just change to do the necessary functions and that’s that.
Continuing; I think they would only refer to one another as names and/or possibly the first two letters of their name or the last two.
Some example; njwi lcsk wnx
“There’s Njwi, (nj or ni) is pretty fascinated with humans,”
“That’s Lcsk, (lc or lk) loves the earthlings you name ‘fish’ and takes care of a bunch of them!”
“Hey, Wnx! (wn or wx) is helping put up decor for the Mizo festival!”
Let’s try it with human names; sophie reilly noah
“Sophie really loves art! Have you seen how good (so or se) is at it?”
“Reilly is awesome! Have you seen how cool (re or ry) looks?!”
“Noah’s super smart, (no or nh) is like a Jack-of-all-trades type,”
To round it up, I think aliens would find it odd that we are stuck with the same biology our entire lives and be extremely confused about the gender roles we abide by, our use of pronouns would also probably throw them for a loop;
“But how do you know which person someone’s talking about when you say ‘he’ or ‘she’ for almost half your population?”
This has just been my two cents to the whole ‘humans are space oddities’ tag and several others :D
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