Static_DraftZero
[Art Not Mine] [Inspirational work: 'my lovestruck darling' on ao3]
In an alternate universe, where Fluixon's prediction was proven right. Where friendly unions between the two islands never happened, and in its shadows, there was only bloodshed, heartbreak, and vengeance instead.
The Blue Cross Alliance rampaged through the richer island, with gunpoints on none other... than Fluixon himself.
Despite all the chaos, despite all the hatred, the strings of fate surrounding the two best friends were just too tight to be broken, like a rusted but stubborn lock, abandoned and deprived of its meaning but still committed to fulfilling its duty.
With a foreign voice, or maybe a figment of Fluixon's imagination, resounding in the deepest darkest pits of his soul, revealing a prophecy so cruel and inescapable capable of driving even the most controlled souls into utter disorder.
Nobody knew what it was, not even me yet.
This story only exists to break my block.
I don't know what is going to happen. So consider it appetizers :]
(I'm writing about the characters, not the YouTubers)