[ F.X.D.] Sketches on the Discworld universe. Pratchett Terry "Discworld". Overlord. (crossover).

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planned Midi, written 24 pages, 7,009 words, 18 chapters
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Black Humor Canon Divergence Collection of drabbles Crack Crossover Diseases Drabble Elements of horror Families Fear of attachment Fear of death Fear of men Fear of pain Fear of silence Fear of Touch Fluff Healthy relationship Humor Hurt/Comfort Mysticism Nervous breakdown OOC Psychology Spoilers ...
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F.X.D. Maxim] I love Terry Pratchett's books. I am especially inspired by all five books from the “Death” series.
Notes:
F.X.D. Maxim] I love Terry Pratchett's books. I'm especially inspired by all five books in the "Death" series. So much so that I didn’t notice how I started writing fan fiction. (And before that, I re-read all the fanfictions with the character Death. On an English-language site with machine translation. AND I AM SO HAPPY!...) Well, in general, my mother read my fanfictions and persuaded me to post them here.... But, she, Still, a better writer than me. Although, according to her, I already have my own writing voice
Dedication:
To be honest, I realized a long time ago that I am not a public person... I don’t like posting my work on the Internet...
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Chapter seventeen. Part two.

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Part seventeen. Part two. Death finally realized that a spoon for feeding babies is only suitable in “the most extreme cases”... (If the child is so sick that he cannot even drink from a bottle.) A large black beetle crawled along the window and crawled into the gap between the shutters... Crawled along the wall, crawled along the ceiling... Angrily moved his mustache... Spread his wings... Flew... Landed... On something dark. Everything here is dark... Something dark, soft, in constant, smooth movement. -YES, YES... PLEASE STOP CRYING. Death tried to either lull her to sleep or desperately force the bottle into her mouth. The child started riot after riot. Then he got tired and greedily grabbed a bottle of milk. The milk was sucked out in the blink of an eye. And the child, satisfied, closed his eyes and began to sniffle. Death slowly opened his mouth. And only you and I will hear the cry of pain. Poor Death... I feel sorry for him... He shouted silently so as not to wake up this little human being. - Hold on, Mr. Young Father!... It will only get worse... The beetle crawled into Death's mouth...
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