Atlas Gym, 6/19
Fred Dukes had that meeting this past Wednesday. It was a woman, a woman who revealed herself to be some kinda scaly blue shape-shifter thing. She told him he was meant for better, that he was beyond all the stupid humans that wanted to guilt him. He had a place in a brotherhood, a Brotherhood of Mutants. And he was welcome to join her, and all that stood with her under another man.
Fred liked that idea. Of belonging somewhere. Somewhere he didn't need to feel guilty about who he was. So he was taking one last day of work at Fandom.
Tomorrow, he blew this popsicle stand.
[ooc: Fred's last Atlas post. His last-last post will be tomorrow. OCD free and open]
Fred liked that idea. Of belonging somewhere. Somewhere he didn't need to feel guilty about who he was. So he was taking one last day of work at Fandom.
Tomorrow, he blew this popsicle stand.
[ooc: Fred's last Atlas post. His last-last post will be tomorrow. OCD free and open]