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hello again
this'll be short im sorry-- I just wanna post a chapter so i can feel proud of myself lmao
anyways have fun :^)
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BEEP! BEEP! BEE-
The alarm was cut off by a slamming hand coming into contact with it to shut it off. Whoever the hand belonged to retracted their hand, rolling over whilst groaning. The alarm seemed to be indicating that it was time to get up and go to work. Usually it didn't work as he had no will to get up and out of bed. What was the use anymore anyways? Those goddamn pieces of plastic could do his job for him, rendering him useless.
Even so, strangely he had felt he had to get out of bed. For today anyways. Fuck it.
Hank sat up, arching his back, pulling out his arms as he stretched. He yawned out, a grumble rumbling in his throat. The man drew his legs over the bedside, feeling the cold carpet against his feet as he made contact with the floor underneath. Hank forced himself to his feet, standing completely now. He mumbled curse words to himself, bumping into the wall lightly with his shoulder. Last night, Hank had once more drank until he passed out. He woke up on the hard tiles of his kitchen, with Sumo leaning over him. The dog had drool dripping down onto his face, rolling off. His brown eyes looked as if this was normal, like a daily routine but the dog was still worried about the human. All he ever did since the incident was drink and play Russian Roulette. Hank then stood up, and collapsed on his bed once he had made it to his room.
Now he had to go to work. He really didn't care anymore, fucking androids could do it in two seconds. Fucking hell..
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Hank Anderson's Agony
FanficThis is Hank, before meeting Connor and 'After'. This means that this is when Hank had his son die, then he meets Connor and I just continue it based on how I think it would. But with aNGSt. // This is my first time making fanfiction, so yeah critic...
