He had scars. Who didn't? But these were different. These were souvenirs of a terrible past he tried to leave behind. But scars never fade. They stain your skin and remind you of everything. Sadly, he slips up sometimes. And the others begin to question his strange habits. Warnings inside.
It was over. He had won. And nothing would stand in his way now. Or so he thought. There is ONE thing... a small, yellow thing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This story is meant to kick off my PMATGA AU called Twisted Fate. Details can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/pm...