Let Me In  [Broken Spawn x None Texture]

Let Me In [Broken Spawn x None Texture]

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It's been a month since Broken Spawn had began his healing process (in other words, a month after the 'Goodbye' ending), and he's been getting better, slowly, day by day. But one day, Fire Ring comes back unexpectedly, and Broken Spawn realizes he hasn't moved on long enough to be normal in his presence again. His old anxieties slowly resurface, and None Texture is nowhere to be found, in his dreams. . . . After an impromptu runaway from their old neighborhood, they somehow found themself in a weird, broke stranger's house who keeps staring at them... Whatever, they just need to stay until they could get the hell out of there, ASAP. But it's funny, how they found the stranger oddly familiar. [An AU where None Texture exists] --- Started: January 20, 2025 Ended: [not yet]
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