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Not even I want me here

Summary:

We don’t get to choose much. We don’t choose who we are, who made us, or who we become. We’re just used for whatever asked. it’s easier that was, isn’t it? Don’t question it, Don’t try and change it. After all, we don’t get to choose.

or

Preston fucks up and makes a clone of Cinnamunch. also some angst or whatever

Notes:

Intro or smt idfk

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So this is like the only Cinna centered fanfic i’ve seen yet.

disclaimer this will be really shitty. yes english is my first language I just failed english.

anyways IDK when tf this fic takes place in the Shorts Wars timeline. Plus I haven’t re-watched Shorts Wars in FOREVER so some stuff may be inaccurate.

Anyways it centers around Cinnamunch’s clone (I’m calling him Cinnacrunch) and basically him learning independence