>Leaving for the military wasn't his best decision
>Soon after Anon enlisted, another middle eastern conflict broke out, and he was unlucky enough to be drafted
>Straight to the frontlines
>All gave some, some gave all. Person by person he watched his peers die right in front of him
>First time it happened he puked out pretty much everything he had in his guts
>But good soldiers follow orders. And that's what he did
>As he pointed his gun during a CQC raid at another one of the muslim pterodactyls, something clicked inside his head
>He looked a lot like Fang. If it wasn't for him meeting Fang's parents, he could've sworn it'd be Fang's father.
>And he forever remembered the pterodactyl's eyes as he pulled the trigger
>This was pretty much the straw that broke him
>He was going to die here in this fucking desert, fighting for some bullshit politics
>That evening was the first time he tried to take his own life
>Jammed.
>The conflict had drawn out, but never became easier mentally.
>Weeks went by. Months. Years.
>Eventually Anon was deemed mentally unfit for battle.
>Took 4 whole fucking suicide attempts.
>He wanted to finally disappear from everyone, so he left for Rock Bottom
>Did whatever was paying. Wagecuckery, courier jobs
>Occasionally he'd wake up in cold sweat, with shaking arms
>Don't even mention the fireworks
>It's like the fight never stopped
>But fate so decided that the Vvurm Drama were coming to play into town
>And fate so decided that an order landed right to the backstage
>Good wagies follow orders, he thought, pulling to the venue with a backpack full of pizza
>Knock on the backdoor
>She looked at him, he looked at her
>Silence. Shock.
>"Anon..?"
>All discomfort suddenly disappeared from his head
>His heart was warm again
>He couldn't resist and pulled her into an embrace
>It all came washing down
>Crying into her wings he rambled about how he missed her
>After all these years he finally felt like it'd be alright. He finally felt safe.