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Queenofbaws wrote about Annie Cline if anyone is interested, I loved it queenie ♡
Well I'm really impressed by your writing skills and u have helped inspire my Until Dawn AU, but I'll give u a little more freedom for this next part.
In my story I want to give jack a back story, which involves him not living on the mountain but still involved with it due to his forefathers.
In my universe jack meet a miss Rebecca Cline (Beck) and had a daughter together, but he ends up just pushing them away.
At the beginning of the game there is a sheriff mentioned named Annie Cline who I'm going to make the daughter of Jack Fiddler.
She changed her name to her mothers name cause she thought her dad was crazy. There is one line in the game that might make my theory correct to some but still could easily be written off as just a strange line.
I posted a drawing off her on my account if u want a reference to what she looks like or just look up heather robb (her voice actress)
(Request)
Annie doesn't really have a personality, but maybe u could fix that?
(Its a lot of info, hope I don't overload u with these requests) ♡
Had anyone asked Annie Cline what it was like to be the sheriff of a place like Blackwood County before February 2014, her God’s-honest answer likely would’ve been something to the tune of ‘Boring as all get-out.’ Now true, there were the occasional reports of hunters coming across bear dens they weren’t ready for, and once or twice she’d had to handle a situation where a few hikers had gotten turned around and ended up smack-dab in the middle of Nowhere, Alberta, Population: Them, but until the Washington girls went missing...and until the Washington lodge blew up the following year, well...
Things had gotten significantly less boring, suffice it to say.
She’d stopped answering the phones weeks ago, leaving it to her deputies as she agonized over the whos, whats, whens, wheres, and whys, halfway through her second pot of coffee of the night. It didn’t make sense, that was the thing, none of the reports those kids had made amounted to any sense - they’d gone up to the lodge, sure, and then they’d split up as stupid kids were like to do, and then there was a whole mess of question marks, stories about...well, she wasn’t about to get into the stories they’d told because they were nonsense, and then the damn lodge had gone up like a firecracker.
One thing most of them had in common though (and as she came to that part of the whole mess again, she finished that second pot of coffee in three determined gulps), was talk of a strange old man who’d come in at just the nick of time to save them from the campfire monsters they’d blubbered about...and on that detail she believed them, she just...wished she didn’t.
six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!