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Who You Were Formed to Be by The_Raven_Constellation
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
11 Jan 2026
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Neil woke up as himself for the first time somewhere in San Francisco with hastily done stitches in his wrists and the knowledge it was now his job to keep them alive and moving. He was little more than one alter in a system of twenty-five shadowed by lies, dead-ends, and a bloody end that they all knew was drawing closer by the day, and in one single evening, all their mom’s hard work of keeping them alive was ruined. But Neil had to keep going. It was his job to keep them moving.
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Another All for the Game rewrite but in which everything is the same except Neil has DID, so really nothing is quite the same.
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Chap 18
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32
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Okay so wymack knows Neil’s a system, riko carved something on them… (upsetting). Nathanial was the one to be there for part of evermore…. Probably others too… Andrew should be back soon from easthaven too… anyways waiting for chapter 31,
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(Notes) 30
(Event wise cannon complient, plus more trauma (sa, suiciede) and slight involvement with the main branche (ichiro))
9(8) ?
“I took a different route.”“Yeah?” Wymack gestured at her clothing, which were wet from sweat and dirty from falling and Julian throwing up a bit on them. “What’d you do, run here?”
“Walked, mostly,” she answered, and Wymack stared at her. Vanessa realized far too late that Wymack was being sarcastic, but she also couldn’t take it back now. “Walked a few hours then got picked up by some guy, he dropped me off at the admissions building and I walked here from there.”
Wymack’s eyebrow twitched. “Get your ass inside, now.”
Vanessa walked behind him and let Wymack slam the door behind her. He took a handful of deep breaths before finally looking at her again.
“Are you stupid or just crazy? Do you have any idea what could have happened to you between here and there? What were you thinking?”
7 columbia
6 (struggle of the exact oposite alters co-fronting 😂)
Allison crossed the room to perch on the arm of their chair. There was room for her to sit similar to Andrew, no touching necessary, but instead she leaned against them as if trying to keep her balance with an arm wrapped around Makayla’s shoulders. She crossed her legs at the knee, the move sliding the skirt up just enough for a healthy stretch of toned, tanned thighs to be visible.
Sebastian internally vomited, Makayla thought she was in Heaven.
“Anything you want, gorgeous,” Makayla practically purred, not taking her eyes off Allison and her thighs. “If I had known someone like you would show up I would have brought roses as a thank you.”
Someone let out a choked out sound, but Makayla literally could not have cared less about whoever it was because she knew her time in front was limited and she was not wasting a single second of it.
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“ I called you a fucking cockwomble, you deadweight has-been ,” Vanessa repeated because she wanted Kevin to know it. “ You know you’re fucking washed and that’s why you’re such an insufferable prick to be around. You know failure is in sight and you’re so fucking terrified of your damn tattoo being right, that you really are just Riko’s fucking shittier shadow, that you’re going to take us all down with you .”5 (scars, fanfic spessific)
There were also small series of visible cigarette burns in random places. They were mostly centered on their arms and collarbones, but one was on their stomach next to their belly button. Covering the rest of their body were scars of varying deepness and color. They ranged from pale and faded to graphic-looking, and they crisscrossed all across their chest, stomach, and back. Far more were still hidden by the rest of their clothes.
The worst of them were probably the hundreds, if not thousands, of scarred over cuts concentrated on their waist. Those specific scars were uniform, deliberate looking, and spanned from just below the end of their chest to the bottom of their hips. The bottom half was hidden by their pants, but the top section where it was the worst was now in full view for Abby to see.
....“And how long ago were those?” Abby asked, eyes zeroed in on their forearms, and Alexander flinched.
He tried to hide them away, but Abby had already seen them so it’s no use. Alexander knew these were a lot harder to lie away than the others. There was no mistaking what the long, vertical scars from their wrist down to their elbows were from and what they were trying to do by making them. One was in their right forearm, slightly crooked and desperate looking, but there were two in their left. One of them was just as long as the right one, if a little straighter, but the second cut off halfway down and instead noticeably vered off to the side from when Elias started to pass out halfway through the attempt.
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“There is no surviving worse driving than that idiot’s,” Wymack said, and Neil vowed to never let the man see him drive considering they learned at thirteen during a three day stint in Italy while they were being chased by some of his fathers men. “There’s just open casket or closed.”