Maybe investigating the train hours before the actual departure wasn't one of the greatest ideas you've thought of, Percival. !!!WARNING!!! IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO SOME SUBJECTS OF THIS STORY I STRONGLY ADVISE TO READ WITH CAUTION OR DON'T READ IT AT ALL. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

The +18 stuff from my Tumblr that Tumblr no longer allows.

this fic is mainly out of boredom but we happy few is a glorious game i love it i hope you guys like this it'll mainly be a fluff hiding the fact your not taking your joy you being you you're quite good at faking happiness you were worried about your friend a certain downer named Arthur childhood friends you were with him and Percy but what happens when a joy doctor comes to your doorstep one evening asking around about him?

I wanted to be in the military. I always have been. My dad was a veteran and he'd always told me to follow my dreams. Dreams made up my hope, my personality, and... overall, me. But when they are crushed, it feels like the world has come to its end. I had a dream once. Arthur Hastings was a part of that dream. What I have only recently realize is that most dreams just don't come true. No matter how often you imagine them to.

Arthur is running around Apple Holm and has to sneak into the Health Institute to get another important object of sorts. Along the way he meets an old friend. We Happy Few and its character are owned by there respective creators. All OCs are mine though.

You (Reader-chan) are just sitting at home playing video games, watching memes, all the stupid stuff life could offer. But you still feel like something is...missing. Well, perhaps the frigging magical ghost thing in your TV can help you! Now in a strange, new and yet familiar world, help your new friend fight to survive, the odd land of Wellington Wells. And don't forget to take your JOY. Warning: Don't read if easily triggered. We Happy Few, it's characters, pictures and other works belong to their rightful creators. And you belong to you. :P

It's just gross man

Everyone had parted ways from Wellington Wells. Arthur Hastings, Sally Boyle, Ollie Starkey. However, some things can't be forgotten.