Seesaw pre-post. Or. Something. SNEAK PEEK OF PARANOIA?

I know I'm overreacting, I knoooooooooow I know I know, but because I'm a paranoid whore have what I've finished of 2 Lines so far just in case I die. No, I am not getting anything even close to serious surgery, yes everything's fine, no I'm not insane again, I'm just all...PTSD'd about this.

If you hate cliffhangers, feel free to just wait. No, seriously. 60% of this ain't even spellchecked. AND IT IS 18000 WORDS BTW last I checked. There is also a distinct lack of resource post that I really, really need to put in.

Title: Sitting In The Middle Of The Seesaw Called Existence
Rating: PG-13, zomg!
Pairing: GEN! Either that or Glimbrose/Everyone. Cain/Adora, though. I repeat, ADORA, not [spoiler].
Warnings: Fusion with Bleach (and therefore semi-technically a crossover), violence, disturbing concepts, suicidal themes, and I got artistic-y, woe. Language, loooong, and PLOTTINGZ AND ANGST AND...OTHER STUFF.
Summary: Glitch has problems adjusting to being alive, and Ambrose had problems adjusting to being dead.

i've been fighting all my demons, i've been getting weak
'cause i've been trying, trying, trying to be anything other than me
-charlotte sometimes, losing sleep

When Glitch got his brain back, he was silent for days.

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It should not be possible to be drugged and still so uncomfortable that I can't move my legs ANYTHING BELOW MY SHOULDERS without going "GYAEEECH."