I woke up in the morgue today. I don't think I was dead. I mean, I could have been. Necromancy has made great strides these past years, but all my bits are still in place (ladies), so I'm fairly certain I wasn't dead. Once the mortician stopped screaming, me and her had a nice chat. Apparently, her father (who's dead) had this knife and she wanted to take it to this other guy in Windhelm (she
Why?
She looks like she's proud of it.
I am guessing this is a mature fic? Going by that title?
Oh, wait, it's rated Everyone you say? Weird.
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Because it's awesome. Seriously.
I would know.
2755127 ...Yes, this is totally a G-rated story.