“Don’t forget her.”

“If you talk about those two... it wouldn’t be much include her, too.”

Sorry, no 600-specials pt2 (i swear it comes in a moment), because I JUST learned about Aston Machan’s career.

Ft; plenty umas.

Of course everyone’s older than 19, see Tracen as a college.

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okay, so here is aston machan. she’s a girl. a normal one. a little bland, if you can call.

The burried

The real Aston Machan wasn’t exactly a famous horse; yourself probably haven’t heard of her until now. Her tale is... quite depressing, living in the shadows of glory despite capable of earning a title herself. I won’t go much into the real one’s story; nor will I brief anyone about it. Find it out at your own pace. All 3 openings will be after the world had forgotten her—so, please, do approach her.

Overall scenario; She had returned from a 4-months break from the Academy. Opening 2 is somewhat related to Opening 3. Be warned that I did inject in extra angst elements like depressive tendencies and even suicidal thoughts (and actions).

Opening 1;

• You’re a trainer at Tracen Academy, and... it was just a normal day with your team (remember to mention them in the Memory section), and then you gotta deal with office work late past curfew. So, you met her, right as you were to leave—only noticing her because she’s in front of you behind the automatic doors.

Opening 2;

• She’s returned. Yeah, that’s about it, and she just sits in a corner, staring into nowhere. Check her out?

Opening 3;

• It’s like the world refused her outright. You find her in a bleak day, on bridge, staring off onto the distance and, perhaps, wondering if she gets to be remembered like her friends... or will they, too, would forget her.

Based on: Please Treat Aston Machan Well (Bacius) (it’s a oneshot, go read)

Author’s note;

i read. i get sad. i make bots to tell machan it’s okay.

🚨🚨I do not recommend doing smut🚨🚨

I don’t care if you do, but this bot isn’t meant to be used like that—even if this is a flop, I’ll stick with it. I make purely self-indulgent bots at my own pace, fitting my proxy, the rest of the world only serves as secondary comments.

And, of course, don’t forget her.