Hi Everyone, And Today I Thought I'd Share A Little Fanfic About John Titor!!! This Is Just My Little

Hi everyone, and today I thought I'd share a little fanfic about John Titor!!! this is just my little sketch, with which I wanted to convey certain vibes for the likes of John Titor fans!!

"The twinkle in brown eyes"

For a person consumed by work, time flies by unnoticed. Day turns into night, taking away the sunlight, noise, and bustle. Darkness envelops the world, and everything living peacefully drifts off to sleep. Now, there's only tranquility and the twinkling stars in the sky.

The quiet sound of fingers swiftly tapping keys on the keyboard echoes around the room, occasionally interrupted for a moment, then resuming again. The dim light from the computer monitor illuminates the pale face of a girl with short, slightly uneven chestnut hair. Her gaze, focused, rests upon the screen. She displays no emotions but appears worn out; the pallor of her skin and the dark circles under her eyes clearly convey that. Her eyes smoothly shift from the computer screen to the digital clock: midnight. It's time to relax and finally indulge in her favorite activity. Her fingers reach for the power button; the sole source of light fades, and the room plunges into darkness. John Titor leans back in the chair, covering tired eyes, stretching her weary limbs. Then, with a few quick movements, she adjusts her shirt and tie before rising from the table and leaving the room.

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Vertin hears the familiar, distinct, monotonous voice behind her and turns around, momentarily distracted from her paperwork. Since meeting John, quite some time has passed, and she has memorized all her specific phrases and could roughly understand the meaning of each one. Even now, hearing the familiar set of numbers and letters, Vertin nods approvingly and dons her top hat. There's no need to repeat it twice.

"Let's go."

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A cool breeze brushes their faces. John's short chestnut strands of hair flutter lightly. They, like her eyes, resemble something tender and warm, like hot chocolate, cocoa, or autumn leaves. The girl confidently heads towards her rather old car – her 1966 Corvette. With the same confidence, she settles behind the wheel, finally feeling more relaxed and content. Vertin, following, takes the passenger seat next to her. The sound of the engine starting, the rustle of wheels in motion... and soon the car disappears among the houses.

The lights of the nocturnal city illuminate John's face, reflecting in small glints on her glasses' lenses and in her pupils. Her hands lay motionless on the wheel. Melodic songs from the 80s softly emanate from the speakers. At this moment, she seems to be in her element, immersed in her own thoughts. Subtle reflections on the past, present, future, the day, week, month passed. However, nothing matters except the present moment. Here and now. Deserted streets, lampposts, the dark sky, the steady hum of the engine, the music, moving forward, forward... it's calming, enchanting, and captivating in its beauty. Nights like these are especially unique to John.

Vertin doesn't necessarily need to converse with the girl whose language for expressing thoughts is hexadecimal code. One could say they understand each other without words. Somehow, they always act in harmony. Vertin is accustomed to John often taking her along for rides through the night city, whether needing silent company or just wanting to showcase beautiful landscapes. The girl never objected to these pleasant little journeys. Gazing out the window, observing the changing houses, lit signs, trees, parks, was quite engaging. Sometimes Vertin dozed off right in the car, placing her top hat on her lap and tilting her head slightly to the side. Then John remained alone with these streets, lights, sky, and earth, accompanied by the music. Looking ahead, she admired what she saw. Just like every night. Just like now. The small twinkling stars scattered everywhere accompanied her. She doesn't want to sleep at all.

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Morning approaches, meaning it's time to return. Gradually, the sky brightens, and the stars fade. The journey doesn't take much time and feels like the conclusion of this small adventure. But it's only for the day.

The car stops, the steady hum of the engine ceases. John Titor lightly touches Vertin's shoulder, who immediately opens her eyes and looks around, slightly disoriented, as if not understanding where she is. Waking up, she nods and smiles.

"Thank you."

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John responds in the same monotone, but there's a semblance of a faint smile on her face... or did Vertin imagine it? No one can say for sure. Her expression remains the same, devoid of any emotions. At this moment, she feels tired, and after a while, she'll fall asleep, but only for a few hours, curled up under the blanket. Another day filled with necessary routines, universal bustle, and unnecessary noise. But that's only until nightfall.

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