Prompt: Rewrite the fanfiction 'My Immortal' set in the Agora Road Macintosh Cafe forum
Title: My Immortal ~Agora Road Edition~
Chapter 1: A Gothic Introduction
My name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, but my online handle is "XoEbony666Xo." I'm a gothic emo chick with long black hair that reaches down to my waist and black leather boots that make me look like a badass. I spend most of my time on Agora Road, lurking in the forums where the cool, dark souls hang out. Yeah, I know, it's full of trolls, but it's also where I get to be myself.
I'm pretty popular there. Not in a "normal" way, though. I don't post selfies or anything. Instead, I write deep, intense poetry, and my fanfic about the Twilight characters is legendary. Everyone says I'm the next Stephen King, but, like, with more eyeliner and less death.
Anyway, let me tell you about the most insane thing that happened to me last week.
I logged onto Agora Road, my usual routine, but something was off. My inbox was flooded with notifications. "Dementia Raven, you're the best writer ever," one said. "Can you help me fix my username?" another asked. It was normal. But then, there was this one message. It was from him.
DracoMalfoy420.
I'd heard about him. He was a mod on the forum, super mysterious, and a total heartthrob. People said he had the gothest aesthetic on the site, with his black hoodie, silver piercings, and cryptic posts about life, the universe, and how the world was just one big, tragic joke.
I clicked on his message. My heart was beating faster than my phone's screen could load.
"Hey Ebony, I read your fanfic. You're the only person who gets it. Wanna chat sometime? – Draco."
The audacity of this guy. He could've sent me a friend request, but no. He had to just drop into my DMs like he was too cool for formalities. But I wasn't about to let that stop me.
Chapter 2: Emo Romance in the Digital Age
It was late that night when I decided to reply. I clicked on his profile: DracoMalfoy420 — "He who stands at the edge of darkness."
I was so tempted to just type "ok" and leave it at that. But I had to be more mysterious than that. I didn't want to seem too eager, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.
"Hey, Draco. Thanks for reading my stuff. Maybe we could do a collab sometime? I could write a special chapter for you. Only if you're into it, of course."
I stared at my screen for a long time. Was this weird? Was I being weird? Probably. But who cares? DracoMalfoy420 was practically legendary on Agora Road. If I could win him over, maybe my status as an emo goddess would reach new heights.
The reply came in less than a minute. I clicked the notification, holding my breath.
"Collab sounds cool. But, Ebony, I think we're both looking for something more... real than just fanfic. What do you say? Wanna meet up?"
Wait. Meet up? In real life?
I froze, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Could this be for real? Or was he just trolling me? The guy had a reputation for being a bit of a tease. But then again, the idea of meeting him, in person, made my heart race. I wasn't about to pass up this opportunity.
Chapter 3: A Gothic Encounter
So, like, a couple of days later, I found myself standing in front of a café near the university campus. It wasn't exactly gothic, but it was quiet, and the vibes were dark enough for me. I was wearing my favorite black lace dress and boots that made me look like I walked straight out of an anime.
When I saw him, I almost didn't recognize him. He was standing under a streetlamp, a silver chain dangling from his neck, dark sunglasses (even though it was dusk), and a slight smirk on his face. His hair was a little messy, but in a way that made him look even cooler.
"Ebony?" His voice was deep, almost as if he were trying to be mysterious but was, like, failing at it.
"Yeah," I said, trying not to sound too nervous. "You're Draco?"
"Obviously." He winked. "You've got a lot of nerve, coming out here. A lot of people in this forum wouldn't be brave enough to meet in real life."
"Well, I'm not just anyone," I replied, flipping my hair over my shoulder dramatically. "And you're not the only one who knows how to be a little... mysterious."
Draco smiled, stepping closer. "I like that."
We spent the next hour talking about random stuff—life, death, and everything in between. We laughed a lot, but underneath it all, I could tell we were both a little... dark. But then, just when I thought things might get romantic, he pulled out his phone.
"I've got to go back online," he said casually. "Got a couple of forum posts to check."
I stared at him, suddenly feeling foolish. "Wait, you left the forum just to come out here and talk to me?"
He smirked again. "Of course. But, the real fun is online, you know? What's a little IRL compared to the chaos of Agora Road?"
I wasn't sure how to feel. This whole thing was starting to feel a lot more complicated than I'd imagined. I had thought we were destined to be the next big gothic internet couple, but now I wasn't so sure.
Chapter 4: The Drama Unfolds
The next few weeks were a rollercoaster. Draco and I kept chatting on Agora Road, and he'd drop by my threads to give feedback on my fanfic, which was great. But I started noticing something strange. He was way too active in the forums—posting cryptic, angsty comments on everyone's threads, creating drama, and stirring up fights.
One day, I saw a post from him that made my blood run cold. It was on one of the sub-forums dedicated to the Twilight series.
"Team Jacob or Team Edward? I'd choose neither. I'm all about the real darkness. Let's talk about the real eternal night."
What was he talking about? Was he mocking me? Was he not even a real fan of the series we'd bonded over?
I confronted him on the forum, asking him what he meant.
He replied: "You'll see soon enough, Ebony. The game's not over yet."
