Sims camera pov, almost compleatyl dark room spectating a shadowy figure.
It's noone else then UmbraMortes, the mediocre author, being half dead from covid.
Yes I got the Rona. It's not a cevere case, but a annoying one. Extreamly high fever that prevents me from sleaping... Fun. My sleeping schedule, does not exist. I sleep whenever I can, which is every other day.
Till I get better, this story is on ice, cause I can not concentrate to do anything.
I will perhaps do a 'Umbra's fever dreams' collection of stuff I came up while I'm in this sleepless state.
Anyway, I hear a bed calling my name.
Bye, have a great time.
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Task Mastered
FanfictionMy take on betrayed Jaune becomes Taskmaster. Don't expect good plot, writing or grammar.
