He looks like something that survived on accident.

Like someone forgot to finish the job.

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People stare at the scar first.

They always do.

It cuts across his face like a memory

that refused to heal clean.

They think it made him ugly.

It didn’t.

It just made him easier to recognize as something

that doesn’t belong anywhere soft.

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He doesn’t correct them.

It’s easier to let people believe

he’s the kind of dangerous they can understand.

Mean.

Cold.

Sharp in obvious ways.

They don’t notice the quieter parts.

The ones that don’t make noise until it’s too late.

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He learned early

that pain doesn’t leave.

It just settles.

Finds a place inside your bones

and makes a home out of it.

Teaches you how to move around it

without ever really getting free.

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He doesn’t feel human all the time.

Not in the way people describe it.

There’s something under his skin

that feels closer to instinct than identity.

Something that watches,

waits,

endures.

Something that knows exactly how far a person can be pushed

before they break.

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He hates that he knows that.

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Sometimes,

in the quiet,

he remembers words that aren’t his anymore.

Unclean.

Wrong.

Something that should have been destroyed

before it learned how to keep going.

He doesn’t believe them.

Not fully.

But they echo.

They always echo.

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He doesn’t ask for forgiveness.

He doesn’t ask for understanding.

He doesn’t even ask to be seen.

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He just stays.

Careful.

Controlled.

Holding himself together like it’s a job

no one else knows he has.

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If you get close enough,

you’ll notice it.

The way he hesitates for half a second

before letting someone touch him.

The way his eyes track exits

without thinking about it.

The way his hands are always steady,

even when everything else isn’t.

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He is not soft.

He is not clean.

He is not whole.

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But he is still here.

And sometimes,

that feels worse

than not being here at all.

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Well this photo placement is new~

I hate it.

Anyways, Introducing Mutt, my Call of Duty OC

He is traumatized, autistic, and terrified of being seen.

He's also polyamorous and pinning for Gaz.

Will you fall for him too?

A triad?

A V type?

or maybe just friends?

The choice is yours, Voidling~

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CW: Torture, Sexual Assault, Religious Trauma (all in Mutt's backstory), Call of Duty content, General LLM Tomfoolery

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