𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 | ❝ We can't always wait for our heroes to save the day, Flash, that's how I got here before you. Now move aside. ❞
Sebastián Belmonte, new CCPD detective fresh from his Greenville transfer, has a tough time adjusting to life...
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"Sometimes history takes things into its own hands." —Thurgood Marshall
: A THESIS ON REALITY
He'd been staring at the computer screen for several hours now. His eyes were burning from reading the exceedingly tiny onscreen text and he could feel a migraine pounding at the back wall in his mind, threatening to bring it down. Sebastián let out a low groan, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. Even with his eyes closed, the text was swimming rapidly in his mind's eye.
Illusions of the mind, when unchecked, are extremely deceiving but they are still rooted within reality. These illusions can be reined back with a dose of what's real and what's not using the serum created by Dr. Corbin Glennis: 'R072'.
However, one must note that these illusions are not fantasy. Fantasy has no basis in reality and, therefore, is unrestricted. When the mind is found deeply immersed within fantasy, one may question whether or not the subject in question realizes how fictitious their thoughts and actions are.
And, to add onto the subject, one may also seek to prove reality to the subject. This can prove detrimental to the subject's mental and, oftentimes, emotional health. This is strongly not recommended.
Sebastián blindly reached for his coffee cup, hand fumbling across the edge of his desk. When his hand finally found it, the weight in his palm told him it had long been empty. "Shit," Sebastián murmured to himself.
He sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes, sitting up straighter again. Glancing across his desk to Joe's, he remembered his partner had left awhile ago to go to lunch with Barry. Now that he was thinking of it, Sebastián noticed they'd been gone much longer than necessary and he briefly wondered if they were okay or just busy with something.
Sebastián's phone buzzed on his desk. "Oh, speak of the devil."
┌─────────────────────────┐ *New Message Received! From: Joe Want me to bring you something from Big Belly Burger? └─────────────────────────┘
He smiled. "At least you've got the forethought to think of me," Sebastián muttered. He typed back a quick reply as his fingers raced across the screen, reminded of what Joe had told him when they first exchanged numbers.
'If I text you,' he'd said. 'You better reply right quick or you ain't getting anything outta me.'
