~~it's only a nightmare~~ (a natewantstobattle fanfic)
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MaduroEm andamento7m
Última atualização qua, jan 11, 2017
The first fan fiction i've ever posted anywhere yay!
~~~TRIGGER WARNINGS~~~~
brutal death, sexual assault, depression, racism, gore, homophobic speech, -more will be added as the story progresses-
(note: i included a lot of these things to show how harsh and cruel and awful people can be, i do not agree with the acts committed by some of the characters in this story. IF you are sensitive to really heavy topics and disturbing descriptions, then for your own mental state please don't read this story.)
Nathan Smith was a popular musician online with a good life and a loyal following. At least until he died. Now, he doesn't know what to do. This is a story of corruption and finding oneself even when it feels like everything is against them.
(Note: all side characters featured will be randomly named and are not based on real people. This includes any angels and anyone new nate meets.)
(this description is messy but *shrug*
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