You know, as a typical Transfan, I never would think It would end up like this, with me standing here, in front of my childhood idles with my lips twisted to a sly smirk and my hands placed on my hips like I was some distorted version of a triumphant Deadpool . So many things had happened that day, I had trouble keeping up with it all. I hadn't realized how much I could have changed at that very moment... until now.
Every second counts, and every flicker of life matters... and yet meanwhile I fear my life will be snatched away into the greasy, oily claws of death. That is why I have to make the most of what I have... and that's just what I did. I not only slipped out of death's talons, but pulled others from them and gave them a breath of life to grasp.
Too bad every action must come with a reaction. It came with death disrupting the tranquility, and finally wrapping his claws around me to take the others' place.
It was all worth it.
~The Misadventures of an Overly Obsessed Transfan~
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FanfictionMy apologies for those who are fans of this book. I have decided to pursue creating other works. Please forgive my long lack of updates on this book. I may come back to working on this book, but I cannot guarantee it. ------------ You know, as a typ...
