Greetings fellow people with immaculate taste in scrawny, dying Victorian-orphan men.

I'm Birch, hey, hello, how are you.

I've noticed an appalling lack of Viktor related stuff on here soo yeah. Badaboom. Here it is. Food for you simps.

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓇!

I wrote the first bit of the first chapter at 7 in the morning and finished the rest at 9 at night so don't expect a literary work of art. Plus, I've only watched the series once and have the literal memory of a siv (how on earth do you spell that) so apologies for any inconsistencies and mistakes with the plot and stuff.

So yeah.

I honestly have no idea where this is gonna go. It was one of those sleep deprived ideas that I put too much effort into and now I'm committed to it.

But anyways. I hope you enjoy. Give yourself a li'l pat on the back if you've actually all of this so far * pat pat *. I'll probably reappear in some end-of-chapter author notes to brag about the word count and apologise for not updating in a bajillion years or something. But until then,

See ya!