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You lost your job, your boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend, and got kicked out of your apartment. Where do you go? A trip to the bar should help you think. Little did you know... that night changed your life forever.
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- Part 1 of Monsters under my bed
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21 Jun 2018
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You lost your job, your boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend, and got kicked out of your apartment. Where do you go? A trip to the bar should help you think. Little did you know... that night changed your life forever.
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- Part 1 of Monsters under my bed
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21 Jun 2018
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You're a college student dammit, you don't need more stress in your life. To add salt in the wound, Sans fucks up in some fantastic way as per usual in these kinds of stories and somehow convinces you to put up with alternate versions of him. Now that Sans somehow finds a way to wiggle himself even more in to your life, you learn more about yourself than you ever really wanted to.
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A story of self-discovery, exploration of personalities, letting go of the past and moving forward.
Arc 1: Who Am I?
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09 May 2018
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You had come to this bridge to jump, not have some skeleton monster cling to your legs and start telling you bad jokes.
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Bookmarked by DJWinterWolf
09 May 2018
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You can remember clearly the first day you saw him.
That beat-up wooden stand sitting in the middle of the park underneath the shade of a tall, tall, oak tree. He was sitting there, head propped in his hand, the other rapping upon the old wood in sync with the mindless way his gaze seemed to flicker from person to person, human to human.
He looked alone.
And you could understand that.
Bookmarked by DJWinterWolf
09 May 2018