I've been on a hiatus as a new hyperfixation took over my entire brain and body and soul but I am happy to share that @milkteamoon and I just published the first three chapters of a fic and I am. I am feral about these characters, guys. Our ttrpg teams are going to single-handedly going to populate the Darkest House tag on AO3 and I am living for it. It has been so long since an OC has absolutely felled me like this and it feels SO GOOD, I cannot believe I get to roleplay the horrors with these fucking incredible people 🥹🥰
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Excerpt from chapter 3:
“This isn't a play, Fyn,” Teddy says. “It’s my life. And it's n-not dramatic, or full of exciting characters, it's just…normal people, a-and normal, shitty things, and that's it. I'm sorry, but that's all it is. There's no secret plotline here for you to unravel!” His eyes fill again, and he wipes at them angrily. Fyn sits, fists pressing into their thighs, heartbeat too loud in their ears. They should feel bad. They should back off. Teddy's right, they're making up stories to make themselves feel better, and it's making things worse– per usual. Shut up, finish laundry, give Teddy their bed for the night, sober up on the couch and apologize in the morning. That's all they need to do. They open their mouth.