Camera Face Orgins
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Dark NewScapePro fanfiction, will get lighter in later chapters. Revolves around his camera Face and it's origins. Chapter one gore and torture warning!
(Art found on Google and not by me)
He remembered the operation.
Of course. Why wouldn't he?
The pain..
Oh God the pain...
He cringed just thinking about it. No one knew his real face, because they were too young. Or, they didn't want to remember. The doctors did what they could to save him, but underneath his new face there were still scars...
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