Project 42 (rewrite)
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Dernière publication mar., févr. 17, 2026
plasma ball has always wanted to help people, even if it's something small like changing a lightbulb or helping someone understand something about the race that came before them, the humans.
the only problem she has is that she can barely talk to someone who isn't her friend without feeling like she's going to pass out.
but one day after helping one of her friends she ends up causing a chain reaction that leads her to know stuff about the humans she never wanted to know.
warnings for blood, death, and gore.
slow updates
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