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||| You shouldn't be talking to me," Uzi finds herself saying before she can stop it. Her voice is disgustingly raspy and quiet from disuse, and it makes her want to vomit.
||| "Why not?" He asks, his face suggesting worry.
||| … she doesn't respond for a moment.
||| "You haven't heard yet?" she brings herself to say. Surely, he has, right?
||| "Heard what…?"
||| So he hasn't. It's best to just come out and say it, then, no matter how much it feels like she's just submitting to society.
||| "I'm a cannibal."
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Uzi, a victim of circumstance and mutated programs, has lived with what she did for years on end, alone and hated by everyone- herself included.
N just wants to die, a life ended before it truly ever started. It's too hard to even bother. She seems like the perfect opportunity.
Except...?
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30 Sep 2026
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Murder drones Nuzi vampire AU :)
This may have have spin off one shots connected to it, but we will see.
This is a Nuzi fic and will mostly follow in the POV of Uzi.
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29 Sep 2026
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Uzi wants love. Problem is, no one is her type or wants to be with her. So she does the next best thing and orders a bad boy goth boyfriend from IKEA. Unfortunately, she messes up assembling him and now he's a cinnamon roll
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27 Sep 2026
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“Oh um, I’m N,” he offered when the silence between them became stifling. Uzi would never admit that she had forgotten his name the moment it left his mouth, but she was too busy clenching her jaw to keep herself from spewing some sarcastic retort.
“Uzi,” she might as well try to play nice, for Thad’s sake at least.
“Oh, I know." She narrowed her eyes at him.
“It’s a little creepy that you know."
Or: the murder drones college au that nobody asked for, but I really wanted to write
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27 Sep 2026
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He did not know he was grieving until the cold morning he touched a stranger's headstone and felt something crack open inside him. Nathan had convinced himself he was only afraid of ghosts, but the true haunting was a memory he had buried so deep he no longer recognized its shape.
A Valentine never given. A goodbye never said. A love he had forgotten he ever felt.
For thirteen years, that old pain followed him through every quiet room and every lonely street, hidden so deep he thought it was only fear of the dark. He did not know why February hurt, or why he kept a sealed card under his bed, or why he sometimes heard footsteps beside him on empty roads and turned to find no one there.
This is the story of how a walk through a sleeping city and a grave on a hill taught Nathan that some ghosts do not come to frighten you. They come to walk you home.
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26 Sep 2026