Jul 21
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“There's someone we want you to meet,” Eugenia says softly. Ziwa follows her into the room, and in their arms is something oozy and wiggling, full of snack wrappers and old Tlopps cards and chewed bubblegum and paperclips and so much more. “Is that…” Hobbs trails off, stunned. Eugenia nods. “Another offshoot of the garbage hivemind! I guess the more I become an independent entity, the more space is left for that to happen to someone else, too.”
the salt chat dared to ask WHAT IF ZIWA AND EUGENIA HAD AN ADORABLE GARBAGE BABY. Everyone say hello to Dusty <3