pillars of creation, and the six pointed star.

MAJOR CONTENT WARNING: This fic includes mentions and has stuff relating to: Suicide, suicide attempts, suicidal ideation, depression and general negativity. This is not one that is important to me, but please, keep yourself safe and do not click if you may be triggered by such topics. Come back when you are ready. Remember to take care of yourself, and remember that you are loved and cared for, reach out to somebody if you are feeling such ways like the character in this fic. Please, don't commit, and reach out. You are loved.
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Jelqer never thought he was special. Of course, why would he be? He's a blant copy of everyone else, just a slate, something to be worked over. There's always someone more funnier than him, more optimistic and cheerful. Someone who was observant and contributed much more. Not to mention.. A better detective. The only thing unique about him would be his name. His stupid, funny gag of a name..

.. What was the point when there was someone better than him? What was the purpose when all he was was just a dead weight, when his spot could he more useful to somebody else?