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"𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯, 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦."
"𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 - 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘗 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘛!"
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Zuka's days primarily followed the same routine. Wake up, work at the shop, maybe spend time with Rocket if he could, and then sleep. Sure, maybe it wasn't exactly consistent, but it worked, and he was comfortable with it.
As of lately, though, something feels.. off. The feeling of being watched late at night, the feeling of someone's presence at times where he should be alone, the feeling of being heard even while no one is there to listen.. That's all it started as. A feeling. Nothing more. And thus, he didn't think much of it. He was maybe a little uneasy, sure. But there was no proof of it being anything more than just paranoia.
And before he knew it, that perfectly curated routine he'd grown to find comfort in would soon be tainted by the ever-growing presence of a certain someone.
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CW: Mature themes, stalking, obsessive behavior, scars, gore, trauma, drugs, AND MOREEE </3
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