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So this is basically a backstory for my OC, Oreon ; some of you might remember them from my previous fanfics (if you're one of the five people who actually cared about the characters, hey this one's for you) "Still Here" follows Oreon's life before the first story; the mess, the grief, and the people who somehow made it a little more bearable. It focuses a lot on their friendship with Vincent (and the rest of his system) and how they both deal with their own versions of falling apart and trying to keep going, Oreon in their grief and Vincent in their system discovery. Fair warning: like the stories before, there's a lot of weed, a lot of feelings, and a lot of moments that aren't exactly pretty (but he, that's kinda of the point).
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Fuck This

So here's the deal: I, Oreon, took a night shift at the world's saddest haunted pizzeria. Minimum wage, asbestos vibes, and zero life choices worth bragging about. Easy gig, right? Sit in a crusty office, smoke a blunt, and pretend ghosts aren't real. Except-plot twist-they are. One minute I'm joking about asbestos and trauma, the next I'm finding decades-old files about missing kids, murderous animatronics, and some crusty bastard named William who writes like a failed theater villain. Oh, and did I mention the ghost child who literally wrote back to me? Yeah. We're pen pals now. Totally normal. Definitely not emotionally compromising. Add in my chaos bestie Vincent, the girl I'm hopelessly (and pathetically) into, and my uncle who's one angry text away from grounding me into another dimension-and you've got my life. Haunted halls. Cursed notes. Ghost therapy sessions at 3 AM. Welcome to my shift. If I survive this job, it'll be a miracle. If I don't... at least my obituary will say I was hotboxing with spirits.

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