Lucky number 13, another installment of the Sad Oscar AU. Oscar did manage to survive his last misadventure, but what next?
( Sad Oscar AU )
Oscar gripped the bars to either side with all the strength his hands could offer. His knuckles were even paler than his usual and his arms shook from the weight of even his small body. They weren’t used to doing so much work to hold him up, even with the parallel rails made just for him.
He didn’t have many options. It was that, or crawl everywhere for the rest of his life.
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