.[Random fanfic(?) I made based on this mix, specifically of Davis :3.] *Davis's hand grabbed the wall, as a way to support himself as he stared off into the wall, his my cloudy and a mess, one of his eyelids drooping over his eye, he was as confused as if he was trying to figure out if eyebrows counted as facial hair or not.* *He was still confused over something, but he couldn't put a finger on it, he couldn't put a finger on almost anything, even on what was beating in his chest that he could feel pumping and pumping as if it wanted out, his mind was to frail and fried that he didn't barely remembered on how to stand as if he was just born and new to this utterly painful place we call home.* *Footsteps came closer to the room, Davis's eyes move towards the footsteps which were right outside the door, before it opened, there stood a woman, with dark moldy green hair, carrying a clipboard.* "...How are you at the moment Davis?.." *The woman asked, looking at Davis, expecting to at least remember some things.* "...Que?" *Davis spoke with his heavy hispanic accent, sounding dazed and drunk..* *The woman wrote something down on her clipboard which confused Davis even more then he was a few minutes ago.* "...Hm... I'm just going to take that as an ok.." *The woman muttered before walking out of the room and leaving Davis in there alone again.* *Davis's eyes went back to the wall, now he had something to think about even more... What was she even asking?* [Yes I know this is garbage and sucks ass but I kinda wanted to post one of those kinds of comments, yes in my HC'S Davis and Katherine are Hispanic Immigrants and that Davis has a memory of a 10 month year old... And who's that woman you may be asking?, its Ivory...] [Oh and if you've read it this far Tysm! :3, give me any ideas to finish this in the replies ig..] -Bloodhound
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