Greetings psychlines!
This week, we’ve got something special from behind the scenes to share with you: a flash fic we wrote when we first started solidifying Jin’s character. It’s set about two weeks before the game starts.
We thought it might be fun to see where the character started and how their voice has changed. The story also gives a sneak peek at some details from Jin’s life that aren’t in the demo as well as some more of what’s going on in their head.
Enjoy and let us know what you think! 💛
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I started my new job last week and it’s… Well, it’s fine. It pays the bills and that’s the important part. And sometimes it can be nice. When I look past all the selling and upselling and cross-selling, and just focus on the people. It’s been nice to learn about clients and be in a position to offer helping advice.
For example, this older lady came in with her grandkid to get matching nanobot-animated tattoos. That was so sweet! They were happy and it was harmless and fun. (And I got paid a ton for bringing in two customers.)
Right, trying to focus on the human aspect.
It’s hard to ignore the money. Especially when I’m barely scraping by. I’m hardly doing better than paycheck-to-paycheck at this point. I’ve been pushed out of the apartment I can no longer afford into one a few floors down that I can barely afford. It’s hard not to think about money when my budget passed tight a month ago and is well on its way to suffocating.
I’ve thought about giving up Nibbles to a friend. I’ve thought about it a lot. But I’m worried that faced with this wall of problems on my own, I’ll never make it to the other side. I need a bit of love, compassion, and companionship, and Nibbles has always been there for me. Giving her up would be worse than deprival, it would be tearing out a piece of my heart.
I’m trying to stay positive. Really, I swear. Things are slowly starting to look better, especially with this new job. It pays better, the hours aren’t bad, and my boss is only 70% the worst. I get to talk to people, get to know them. In not too long, I’ll hopefully have saved enough to move someplace better.
I’m trying to fill myself with hope and tie it into a raft to carry me onwards. Maybe it won’t be today or tomorrow, but one day soon, I think I’ll wake up and know deep in my heart that things will get better. That they are getting better. That I am pulling myself back together one day at a time.