Guys, I have a confession to make.
One so heinous and evil that it could make the gods themselves scream.
I... am not an octopus.
Nor do I play rock.
I actually am a human. A stoned, silent guardian of all things chill.
In other words, I'm this guy:
Seriously though, I go by another pen name, Silent Bob. Why am I posting this? Well, sorry to disappoint, but I no longer plan on continuing this fic. It's one of those things I did as an experiment that just didn't work out. I have a few new fics in progress, if you want to check them out, and since I did like the character of Tinker, I'm probably going to throw her in my Strangeverse (a linked universe of three stories so far) at some point.
Yes, I know this is the most kind of shameless self-promotion there is. But like I said, I'm constantly stoned. Don't blame me, blame the durgs, man.