Troubles | TROY OTTO |

Troubles | TROY OTTO |

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His outbursts of anger and cruelty didn't deter her from wrapping her trembling fingers around his bicep and attempting to calm the beast beneath his skin. Her voice soothed the monster, lulling it to sleep. ▐ ♡▐ As much as Nick wanted Ella to realize just how bad Troy was, she couldn't appease his desire for her to promise she would no longer be involved with the Otto. Ella would never leave Troy - even if it meant being dragged down with him. ▐ ♡▐ "I want to see him." The announcement was shaky, Ella's words trembling as much as her fingertips. Madison's gaze was filled with remorse as she looked to the brunette. "He doesn't want to see you." ▐▐▐▐ this is a troy x oc fanfiction. all rights reserved to the original makers. the only claim i take is ella phillips and the alterations made for this story. ❣️ warning : updates based on spontaneous inspiration❣️
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Fear The Walking Dead S8 | Troy Otto x Cristine Gerard (OC) Troy was dead-murdered. Cristine had clung to a flimsy thread of her reality through her connection with the ones she was returning to- her current small family unit, her grounding source in an otherwise chaotic existence. Yet, here Troy was, defying the narrative of her fractured reality. Cristine's heart pumped hard, and conflicting emotions drowned her senses. She had endured years of solitude, crafting a facade of resilience, and now, faced with his supposed face, her mind rejected the implausible truth. "This isn't real," Cristine blurted out, her voice laced with desperate denial. The fragility of her mental state, often masked by a stoic survivor persona she had unveiled in full, unraveled in the face of this impossible. "You're not real. "Attempting to escape, Cristine recoiled, trying to distance herself from the phantom holding her captive that defied the logic of her grief-stricken existence. "You're dead." Sheer panic gripped her, an overwhelming surge of fear that clawed at the edges of her consciousness. The very fabric of reality seemed to unravel, and as if caught in a relentless undertow, Cristine struggled against the tide. She suddenly kicked her feet, startling Troy as if trying to dispel an illusion. Breathing became a precious commodity, the air growing thin as panic tightened its grip around her throat. Cristine gasped for air, her chest constricting in the throes of a panic attack. Darkness threatened to engulf her, both in and out.

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