Underground - (Stay away from the surface) PRE INSANITY
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Last published Mon, Oct 21, 2024
She got left behind, abandoned, and now she has to survive on her own, with the help of beau. No matter what she does, she can't escape the eternal insanity trip.
COVER BY ME, DO NOT STEAL.
Alice, but i gave her a full backstory. + No rabies included XD literally mostly headcanons i guess? it's just a made up biography about her meaningless life. (Cover art by me :3)
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