“You made me yours, of you, for you- and then you died.”
l’ve had this CMV floatin around in my brain for a while now, stag beetles and broken legs geniunely changed me and got in my feels in best the way :’D Monomon and Quirrel’s story is actually what kinda jumpstarted my fixation (whereas I was more playin the game casually before) and this fic only made it worse (better) they just mean so much to me ;0;
The way this fic is written lends itself well to abstract nonlinear storytelling, which is a concept l’ve always wanted to play with cinematically, this was a ton of fun to make i hope yall enjoy :3










