How would you feel if you suddenly realized that your entire life... Entire existence, was a lie. Being dictated upon by how you were first portrayed, or perceived, making you feel insignificant?
Seán's egos thougth they were real with memories, free-wills, mannerisms, ect. Until they found out that they're made from his mind.
Trigger warning in later chapters: Some revolving around depression, PTSD, flashbacks, panic attacks, and self-harm.
Written: Dec. 2019- TBA 2020
Words per Chapter: 3,000- 6,000
Writing Style: Third Person Omniscient
Anti's still dealing with the pain of his fellow Septic egos forcing him away from them. Did he deserve it? Maybe. Had he changed? Probably not. Did he regret it?. . . . . . .Every damn day.
His friends help get him through it all, taking his mind off of it. But what happens when he's forced to face them again against his will?
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