Hi. I'm Mark. Yes my last name is Heathcliff is I am an alter in a system ect ect. I..really wish that I could say this came out of someone else here's head and I'm just the one who had to put it out on paper but...no. This is my canon. What I remember up until I died. There's gonna be a lot of content warnings for this so I'll just put them at the beginning of each chapter. This is a really sensitive story for me. Especially given the prologue and the context. There's going to be a lot of context before we get into the meat of the story, I suppose, but hey. If you're reading this you're probably here for dark stuff, right? And besides, I know the fandom of my source. You bastards (/pos) love angst. So. Have fun seeing my childhood and my life up until my biggest mistake. Enjoy. Or not. You don't have to.
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FanfictionMark knew that the voice on the other end wasn't that of the man who, just a month prior, had been his best friend. Cesar was an emotional guy, loud and passionate and excited about whatever new project or hobby he was working with. But whoever- No...
