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This took freakin' forever to do (each line had to be a different layer because it wasn't lining up properly), but it was also extremely fun. I am a rare bird that enjoys repetition and tedious activity.

Title: To No One, From Nobody
Pairing: pre Show/Dr D, past Mikey/Pete
Rating: pg
Wordcount: 850
Summary: A snapshot of letters dropped into mailboxes around the zones.
Prompt used: Letters for angst bingo
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
Author's Notes: I contemplated writing this normally, but this way was far more fun. Any mistakes are intentional.

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Oh, these are amazing! BOB. BOBBBB ;_; *cries forever* And Grace, ahhh, my heart.

lol, Party Poison writes like a girl. A 12-year-old girl. In her diary. XP And Ray, ahhh, so much love. Yes, they are all her dads. The stationary is absolutely perfect. <3 And Frank! Frank the little psycho. Reminds me of Dexter.

These are really great, love these peeks into their thoughts.

I had a ton of fun writing this, trying to match their handwriting to a peice of stationary that might be lying around somewhere in the abandoned zones. Bob makes me sad, but it's my happy reason for why he's not in KJ verse. Better than a fic I read in which Bob and Korse were in love so he betrays them. Whhhhhy ;_; I just want Bob to be happy and okay!

Thanks for the great comment, glad you liked it.

This was such a bold and very creative idea. Great job!

As soon as I saw "letters" I knew I had to play around in photoshop alllll damn day. Thanks for commenting, glad you liked it.

BBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBB. ;___________________;

And Grace. And Mikey. And Ray. And what I'm assuming is trigger-happy!Frank.

Guh, my heart. You have successfully broken it.

I love Bob, and any KJ verse I ever write, he will be firmly planted in it. Possibly off screen, but he must be there. Because he's BOB.

Frank just really, really likes his guns and bombs. Enough that he's concerned about his joy. It's hard to say who my favourite was, Mikey or Ray. I loved writing them both.

I'm sorry about the broken heart. Except not really, because this fic was for angst bingo, so it should hurt, right?

Oh dude. The Mikey and Bob one's broke my heart!

Both of them. The writing. The paper they were written on. Everything!

I have this fascination for Pete in the KJ verse. Whenever I write him he's either working for SCARECROW, or part of the blind, BLInd addicted Battery City citizens. Writing him as refusing to leave without Patrick and Mikey wanting to strangle him for it was a ton of fun. Even though it was angsty as fuck. But hey, it's for my angst table, so it sort of has to be. Thanks for commenting!

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