There was a rhythm to it and he knew it by heart. He could lie, run, hide, kill, persuade, pretend, steal, whatever it took to stay alive. He didn't know how old he was anymore, didn't believe he was human anymore, didn't allow himself to trust anymore, but he knew how to adapt. implied romantic feelings in the backgroundįor almost his entire life, Pip had it down to a science.being so stressed that you're suddenly fine again.your perception of reality and how the world works is falling apart around you wyd.The inherently calming properties of deep pressure.making progress and then backpedaling so hard. accents that I just kinda made up as I went.smart people who can't keep organized to save their lives.being confused by genuine acts of kindness.making deals (with another person and not a nightmare beast).barely attempted actually it never got past the planning stage.WIP Language: English Words: 41,029 Chapters: 12/? Comments: 25 Kudos: 34 Bookmarks: 6 Hits: 514Ī_Bit_Drizzy_Out Fandoms: Darkest Dungeon (Video Game) that's kind of important.įirst fic pls nu bulli. Plagued by threats Societal, Physical, and Mental, They must find someway to adapt to the modern times, and survive Rowdy teenagers, Local police forces, and an Eldritch horror or two.
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