Made up fic title: Nameless, Numberless, and Breathless
ooooooh, Dark!
You know? this sounds like horrorangst fic about the maintianence clones on Kamino who don’t have names, hypothetically have numbers, somewhere in an inacessible database that nobody ever uses, and who, by the Force warping the shit out of the bottom levels of kamino as a direst result of all the horrible stuff happening upstairs, might wake up one shift to find out they don’t actually need to breathe anymore.
From there, things continue to happen and it becomes a struggle to conceal thier increasingly eldritch features from the Kaminoans and other clones, until such a point where concealment is both impossible and meaningless- They already can’t breathe and barely have blood anymore- what’re you gonna do? Kill me?
