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Part 2 of Dead Man’s Fiction
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2026-06-04
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2026-06-27
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Dead Man’s Fiction: Yours Regardless

Summary:

Being dead isn’t actually so bad. Will has had time to get used to it over the first few days at Nevermore Academy, a place where secrets forge alliances and the threat of being silenced is always close at hand.

It seems that there is no one Will shares more secrets with in death than the man who knew him best in life. From his writing, Will begins to realize the depth of their relationship — built on small devotions of trust and truth. At the same time, Montresor is doing everything in his power to keep his past from surfacing and destroying his second chance at something good.

The two find themselves bound in a powerful cycle of give and take as they try to reach the truth of what their life together had been; the Prince of Lies and a man of a thousand faces. But they should know better than most that tall tales cast long shadows.

“Yours Regardless” is about who you trust with your story, and what happens when that trust is betrayed.

 

(A continuation of “Dead Man’s Fiction”, an AU in which Will and Montresor met and had a relationship before they died. HIGHLY recommend reading Part One first!)

Chapter 1: Prologue/Letter One

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Will,

Don't know what the hell you expect me to say. I don't waste my time with writing usually but since there's shit else to do, I'll give it a shot. Don't expect me to keep doing these.

You said it's for your book, whatever that means. I guess you ran out of shit to write about in this sad fucking town and now you're trying to pry into my life to see if there's something worth writing about over here. I'll tell you right now, I'm not giving you anything heartfelt. There are some things a man keeps to himself. You'll learn that if you decide to be one anytime soon, but I won't hold my breath.

You told me you were raised Catholic, but I know that's bullshit, because you're guilty for all the wrong things. Being late, dropping crates, being too scared to drive a tractor. Shit, you couldn't even ride a goddamn horse until yesterday.

You wanna know what real Catholics are guilty about? Being alive. Being "born with unwashed feet, tracking your dirty sins through the halls of God." Those are my mother's words. Took a long time to realize it was all a fiction…My whole life, I was told I was going to Hell. It's where I came from, and it's where I'm going, they said, and you know what I told em? "I'll save you a spot right next to mine." You can guess how well they took to that.

Anyways, I don't know where I'll be sent off to when I'm dead. I don't mind, really, so long as it's someplace warm. I just hope there isn't someone like you around to nag me about writing his story for him. Hell, I don't even know what you're going to do with this. I probably won't even give it to you.