💙Feelings🖤

💙Feelings🖤

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Detroit: Become Human
CG300 Registrated as 'Ethan' works as an workout assistent/intructor at the local fitness gym. One day, a new customer comes to the gym And Ethan expiriences Feelings He doesn't understand. But that's Wrong. Androids can't feel. Right? Alright that Feels really cringe TwT i'm not good with descriptions sorty Anyway here's a Detroit: Become FanFiction with Ethan as a main character that no one asked for! English Is not my First language So there Will most likely be grammar mistakes This Takes place in LA around the start of the game, where they're deviancy problems in Detroit, but not yet Revolution. The art on the cover Is not mine!! Gotta give a shoutout to my friend @ josepherre on instagram for helping me w/ mika, cause i don't know much about her. Check out their amazing art! This Story Is a work of fiction!! Don't Attack anyone mentioned in this Story. Also contains harsh language/swearing Started writing 8/7/2020
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[THIS IS NOT A X READER STORY NOR A LOVE STORY] Ethan has always been fascinated by the Moon: glowing up there, in the night sky, surrounded by stars, generously offering its glow to light his room. His cold, small room, where he spent hours and hours thinking about his condition. Looking at the Moon made everything much easier: washing away his fears became almost a joke, arguing with his mind and his self-esteem seemed like a game. Everything under the moonlight became easier to bear: his problems, his inner demons, his life. If he looked at the Moon, he felt nothing but a sensation of peace. "I'm so fucked up, man" "Aren't we all fucked up? You're the one that shows it"

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