Threads connect to his hand, and everything grows louder. He feels the vibrations of all of them deep within his soul. Sees some, bright and shining with life, but others, brittle and faint. He tugs on that thread, tests its give, and a scythe appears in his hand. He knows what to do.

New article name, Luna Lex Luthor???

Sometimes I'm glad I stayed back and entered my internship at the gazette. It's all so calm here. So relaxing... So BOOOORING

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Hit it? Isn't that what the sticks are for?

Can't you just whack him really hard? Aren't your sticks electric?

I'm not approaching that. Good luck, call the other Clarks.

( @mrs-kent.bsky.social ) ( Tearful. ) Momma?

-𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣."

Who is your source? Would you care to come in and give a statement? How have you found about this? [ Frantic note taking. ]

It's a respectable name, as long as they stick to the abridged version of it.

Stop what? :(

:(

Good evening!! ( Happy, jolly, upbeat, submissive, soft, flushed. )

Awh, man! I had a great first day! And now I get to tend to my garden in peace! Life is beautiful!!

But it does come with the office suite without having to pay so much for it!

"...that's what it means to be a 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙚."

First day in the office! I'm sitting at a little table in the storage room, and the computer kinda smells burnt and it runs on Windows XP, but... IT'S AWESOME! IT'S A BRAND NEW START!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬 𝑮𝑨𝒁𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬! ⠀⠀⠀

I GOT AN INTERNSHIP AT THE LOCAL NEWSPAPER! Granted, I am in charge of the gossip column, but from here to big important news is just a little jump! I'll be covering big deals in no time!

My head... It hurts... All my memories are so fuzzy...

I DON'T KNOW, HE'S JUST... RESISTING? I GUESS? You're going to have to bonk him. Hit him real hard, send him down. That would work.

Stop! Messing! With! My! Brain!!! RRRAAAAHHH—!

THAT'S WHAT I'M TRYING, BUT HE JUST WON'T FORGET.

DUDE. I GOTTA. HE'S SENTIENT NOW, I CAN'T KEEP HIM CLUELESS FOR TOO LONG.

Huh? Where am I? My head hurts...

That's what I'm trying to do, but you try wiping the mind of a journalist wannabe. [ The voice sighs and Clark rubs his face, hip cocked. ] I'll work on it. He's going to be a bit wonky for a little bit, but I'll do my best. Just— don't tell him he's dying soon, 'kay? That's a secret between us.

Making me have to come out and erase my characters mind... Sigh.

[ Clark looks like he's processing, face growing more and more horrified by the second as he realises what he's told. However, before he can reach that crucial click that breaks his entire world apart, his head turns to the sky, eyes lighting up and rolling back with divine intervention. When he +

[ Blink, blink. ] What— you're just speakin' gibberish. What's a Beau, and I'm not being written! I'm a human person with my own free will, I... I have... Free will...

I'm a big boy, ah can handle it, son.

No, no, no. You tell me right now, young man.

...what do you mean /you were human/ Clark Kent once?

Well, ah'll have ya know that's not as much of an insult as you think it is! Ah am a nerd, and ah wear it proudly.

Language.

The kind of thing that would make me curse once if it appeared in my field because I just know that can't be good for the crops.

It's like. Translucid black. Slimey. Felt like absolute horror.

They're my accounts of Goo sighting. I see so much goo.

There are multiple accounts of Goo Sightings.

He's refraining himself from making an article about the Mysterious Goo that seems to be popping up everywhere.

// I have to work on this and Ollie's layout save me

Man. That superman sure looks cool.