life’s a game — Chapter 3

Podfic of life’s a game, life’s a joke–fuck it, why not go for broke? by cashtastrophe

Summary:
The bad days, though—man, the bad days, he forgets what he’s doing right smack in the middle of doing it. He’ll be cracking eggs into a skillet for breakfast and suddenly it’s like he’s stuck, glitching, staring at his own greyed fingers curled around the brittle shell like they belong to someone else, because he can’t remember if he was making an omelet or fried eggs or the hash scramble Pap likes so much, and showing up with the wrong breakfast is tantamount to not showing up at all.

NOTE: Chapter 2 of this fic is a link to some art on cashtastrophe’s (nsfw sometimes) tumblr: morelikeskelesinstwopointoh

Chapter 3


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