
Evan was so good at hiding things. He seemed to be the most put together of the bunch, the face of the crowd and the one many leaned on for support. But as the years passed, and his soul shed, how far can you really go without the desires of your past life still unaccomplished? When Evan attracts a strange virus that completely mirrors his being and morality, who can really talk him out of fulfilling the tasks his sore brain is pumping into his body? In fact? Why don't they help? Why can't they feel the same sense of freedom Evan has finally gained access too? ... Who said you couldn't share such an experience with others? [This story has no update schedule as of right now. Completely a freelance idea with splotches of art to go along with the story. Basically the 2P versions of the gang but it's a contracting virus that comes from negative mental or physical injuries from loved ones. This will contain cursing, violence, uses of drugs and alcohol and tons of angst. No ships of any kind will be implemented for the sake of discourse and backlash from fan girls. Read at your own risk.]Toate drepturile rezervate
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