remember when we shook hands matt

a little fic i wrote just now based on this made by papanorth

it’s 1:40 am and it’s not beta-ed so beware

mostly gen with a bit yorklina and mainwash

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Carolina woke up and knew something was wrong. As she stared at the ceiling that glowed orange from the morning sun and the fan going round and round in the vain effort to cool the room she couldn’t move a muscle. Her head was empty. More so than she ever remembered it being. No Epsilon screaming at her to wake the fuck up already because he was bored. No faint echo of Eta and Iota singing lullabies to her. Her body didn’t ache with years upon years of training and battlescars.

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