What if heroes weren't hero's for the 'greater good,' instead mere pawns for those higher up to remain in control?
What if villains weren't villains because the 'government is corrupt,' instead they were nothing more than actors in a play letting one corrupted person retain the narrative?
What if we were all assigned roles to play from birth and one boy, one measly, meaningless boy, took on a different one?
What if that kid strayed so far from his own role in that messed-up play that it affected everyone around him?
What if that puppeteer that led the play couldn't keep the story from straying so far from what was planned?
What would happen then?
Tw at start of each chapter
No smut
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Clay had been closeted all his life and planned for it to remain that way. But, with having homophobic parents it was seemingly impossible to ever find the happiness he longed for.
After being outed to the only people he now disliked the most, his parents react worse than expected and Clay falls into a pit of loneliness when he gets sent to conversion therapy to "turn him straight again".
George had homophobic parents too and goes through the same. When times are at its worst somehow these two meet each other and now they are isolated from reality in the therapy school. It seems like they are the only ones left on earth, surely they were destined to meet one another.
TW's:
-Homophobia (conversion therapy)
-Abuse