mercredi 13 janvier 2021

Futilitarian

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The crepuscule of my old life lay before me, I knew, as I stared at myself sleeping peacefully in the only bedroom that would ever be truly mine. I had two choices: strap the ever-so-troublesome malfunctioning Vortex Manipulator to my own wrist, thus validating everything that had occurred within the past few years; or walk away and hope that, by not creating my own future, by not keeping up my own timeline, I would cease to exist in this hellish world, and return back to the girl who could sleep in that bed, unaware.

Doctor/OC jumping through his timeline fic. Updates sporadically.

Words: 6419, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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