TITLE:"As We Share the Morning Dew"

BY: Snark

DISCLAIMER: Ah am the terror that flaps in the night! Ah am the poor Scottish accent ye 'ave tae suffer from. Ah am Er, the writer o' this thingamabob? Meh. Point is, I don't Darkwing Duck. Disney does. (They hog all the good stuff.) Besides, if you knew me Well, let's just say it's probably for the best that I don't own DW and his pals. So, if you like, leave a comment. If you hate, leave about sixty nine of them. If you want to get dangerous Er, do it over there. But leave a comment still!

AN: Just to say, before we get this gravy train rolling...I pretty much see this as my contribution to Cheezey's universe. Not only because I'm too lazy to establish my own...But because a large part of me actually considers it THE canon. So...Yes. Let's get started.

2012 EDIT:

This is a reposting, since the first time my account was hacked into and deleted. For those newcomers who don't know.

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"Inside the heart of each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world."
-Ed Hird

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::FEAR::

Everyone is afraid of something. We all have a deep rooted dread in the pits of our souls. The same is applied to even the outlaws of the world. And a certain Lyceum nycanthropus, while a unique being himself, suffered from a very common anxiety. Monophobia. The thought of truly being alone, of spending his days as a single and friendless mutant.. It frightened him.

However, as he gently curled his limbs tighter around the fluidic forearm of his lover... He wasn't worried. This was one fear he didn't have to be plagued with. With the Liquidator by his side, he'd never be alone again.