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Before I get into this fic, I just want to talk about the importance of this game to me, and say a few thank you’s.
First off, I want to say that writing this is, in a way, a coping mechanism. A way to process everything that's happened, and everything I've done. I heavily relate to Ivan, and playing through Bad Things felt like I was watching my life play out in front of me. I was scared my story would end the same way Ivan's did. Sad, alone, and my life having been ended by my own hand. In a way, my story did play out like Ivan's. Except the end. To me, by rewritting the end of Ivan's story, I'm also rewritting the end of my own story. Someone who was willing to give me a second chance helped me realize that.
I want to thank those who have stuck around through the worst of my storms. I want to thank those who have given me a second chance despite the fact I still have a lot of work to do before I can earn forgiveness. And most importantly I want to thank those who no longer want anything to do with me, and who's forgiveness I cannot earn, for they played a huge role in helping me learn some important life lessons. I still have a lot to learn, a lot to fix, and a lot to accept, but all of these people have made the journey worth it.
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I believe anyone can change. But, they have to admit they need to change, and want to change. Ivan could have changed. But he refused to admit he was in the wrong, instead blaming his actions on the Tumor and his idea of what his father wanted. Ivan needed help, but he never would have gotten it on his own. Which is why in this scenario, he's forced to get help. There's a process, and it's going to be long, but eventually Ivan will realize a lot of things and begin to admit he needs help and genuinely improve and move on with his life.
The story takes place in Boulder, Colorado.
Also I'm absolutely terrified of projecting onto Ivan so I'm sorry in advance if he's out of character.