The year is 2042. Your daughter is awkwardly silent as she eats her dinner. “Something wrong sweetie?” She sighs and puts down her fork. “I was digging really deep in AO3 last night…Why didn’t you finish that coffee shop au?” It happened. Your past has come back to haunt you. Nay, it never truly left.
U CANNOT OUTRUN UR CRIME
OKAY BUT WAIT. This has happened to me. Recently. Because I am old and I have things out there from previous fandoms with previous pseuds and one day my teenager begins a rant at me about people never finishing any WIPs on the pit of voles (which he does not call the pit of voles because he has No Knowledge of such a thing but yet he still reads on which I didn’t think anyone did any longer) and he points out an example to me of something I WROTE AND LEFT WIPing for ages and he has NO IDEA #1 that his mom wrote this and #2 How much it still haunts me to this day that it will. sit. there. for. eternity. because I am too lazy to pull it down.
this… this is really modern art. this is a level 1 shiny dialga in an event ball is on the gts and the only thing this person wants in exchange for it? a… male… ditto.
once, on my copy of X, probably like 5 years ago, i wonder traded away a much beloved, level 100 shiny mewtwo named Biohazard. In return, i recieved a level 1 Giratina, named Dave, knowing only the moves Scary Face and a low-power dragon type move. I was so stunned and pleased by my new friend that I vowed to raise him from level 1 all the way to 100, but shortly afterward i misplaced my copy of the game and lost him. Fast-forward to the present, after cleaning my old backpack out i discover my old copy of X, and delightedly bring my old friends into my copy of Moon, including Dave. Literally as I am doing this, I hear my little brother yell ‘holy shit its HIM’ and come running up the stairs. He opens the door and shows me that he had, in fact, just wonder-traded away a baby starter and had recieved Biohazard, the original boy. Five years later. He hadnt been released, or altered in the slightest, except for the countless ribbons he now proudly wore. I am now raising Dave, who is level 25, alongside my trusty old friend, Biohazard.
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