Story cover for Survival: Outlast OC Fanfic (ON HOLD) by shikashiba
Survival: Outlast OC Fanfic (ON HOLD)
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  • Czas 18m
  • Odsłon 413
  • Głosy 2
  • Części 2
  • Czas 18m
W Trakcie, Pierwotnie opublikowano sty 14, 2015
Sonara is a 24 year old woman who has been an inmate at Mount Massive asylum for five years. After years of therapy, her condition has improved slightly. Now, Mount Massive has descended into Anarchy. Sonara will make several friendships and end up having to survive the brutal conditions of the asylum. Will she escape, or will she die trying? {{this is really experimental type of fanfiction. lots of flashback parts. you can skip them, but they're essential to the backstory. you can tell when there's a shift in time when there's a bold line of -'s. i'm pretty new to this type of writing. i hope you enjoy! sonara is a recycled oc, and so are any other characters that aren't in the canon. all canon characters are own by Red Barrel studios. artwork is by me (i know its bad)}}
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