TILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PART (This is not a drill. This is a triangle yelling at you through your brain-meats.)
HEY YOU! YES YOU! Do you crave romance that tastes like someone dropped a Nicholas Sparks novel in a vat of radioactive glitter?! Do you like love stories with emotional trauma, grocery store explosions, and one triangle who once tried to become God but now has to do laundry?!?
THEN CONGRATULATIONS, FLESHSACK! Youâve just stumbled into the most cursed rom-com that legally counts as marriage counseling in twelve dimensions. Welcome to:
âTILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PARTâ A fanfic where I, Bill Cipherâchaos deity, triangle fashion iconâam FORCED into a marriage trial with YOU, some dangerously unbothered human with a sarcasm stat higher than my ego.
WHY READ THIS FANFIC? âď¸ Itâs got heart! âď¸ Itâs got horror! âď¸ And did I mention? Iâm in it.
Weâre talking existential flirting, legally sanctioned domestic terrorism, and one woman who said âyeah sure, Iâll marry the triangle, whatâs the worst that could happen?â
THIS IS NOT A âI CAN FIX HIMâ FIC. WE'RE BOTH BROKEN. WE JUST MADE IT WEIRD TOGETHER.đĽ
So grab your pajamas, sacrifice a toaster, and dive into the nightmare-romcom you didnât know you needed. Side effects may include:
Third-degree sarcasm
Unholy shipping
Ford Pines having a midlife crisis
Weekly acts of violence (sanctioned by the Axolotlâ˘)
Me cackling
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