An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A sinister crimson peered back at verdant green. One blink. Two. Every last movement—from the hitching of breath to the smallest involuntary shudder—reflected with perfect clarity.
I had to take advantage of my one chance to be openly mentally ill about Lloyd and the relationship with his father post Oni Trilogy. I might have gotten guessed super hard, but oh well












