(IM NOT DEAD! HA! School sucks as well as my motivation but when I say seeing you all comment and vote brings me a little more I'm not lying, trust me I enjoy reading your funny little comments, y'all's reactions are quite funny tbh, and the little things from the facts chapter will (probably) be implemented into the story some way some how, I won't spoil, also, the POV probably won't be going up anymore as the POV just kinda switches randomly at points due to my writing style, so I just write out what feels write and worry about all the other stuff later, I better stop rambling as this is already over 100 words form just this alone-)
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There was a look on pure panic on their faces as they realized the disappearance of Suki
(Y/n) Especially
"No no no no no no no no no no NO!" To say (Y/n) was a little shaken up would be an understatement
"(Y/n) please calm down!" Yuu was trying his best to get her back to her senses
"How can I 'calm down' SUKI IS IN THERE ANS KNOWING HER SHE WON'T HAVE THE HEART TO FIGHT IT EVEN FOR HER SAFTY!" If you're wondering about the other boys they were on the sidelines trying to stop grim from crying
Let's see how Suki is handling while they try to settle down
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Suki didn't know whether to be grateful to god, or to be scared for her life
She was now in a shield that looked as if it was made out of the night sky or something
It was somehow camouflaging her too, either way
To have an atheist say they should be grateful to god is a bit of a situation now isn't it?
Suki looked at the monster for a little bit, developing a sense of pity
Pity for this poor sad person
They were an overblot that never got saved, never given another chance to make things right
Now all they had is their pent up anger
The more she looked, the more she saw a soul
The soul of the overblot
Are the souls they just left inside when people overblot?
And if they die... then they're forever stuck in there huh...
Pity... she could feel pity inside some deep part of her
In ways... they were the same
Forever trapped, one way or another... trapped...
She hated it
So much
People didn't need to suffer
So why did the innocent and pure get the backlash of the evil and corrupt
She hated it
Why
Why was it always the innocents who actually pay the price
Why...
Why
WHY!?
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W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅW̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ
W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂ I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅŚ̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂ T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑ I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅN̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅO̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅC̴̀͐ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅT̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂ W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅ Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂U̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜F̵̜̜͎͉̯̜̓͂F̵̜̜͎͉̯̜̓͂Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ!?
W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ
A dark look consumed her eyes
A dead one
A look that shows nothing but emptiness
If there was anything see in that emptiness
It would be sorrow, self pity and...
An unraveling sense of pent up anger...
(Hehe, yes I am making this short, I wanted to give you all a look inside our little night beans head~
But truth be told I couldn't think about how to continue so give me some Time to review the story and figure out which direction I'm taking it
I have some plans but nothing concrete
Also~ with school ending I'm happy to say I might be posting more often!
I have to prepare for where I want to go in the future so a lot of my time will still be taken up but I'll at least have some more for you all!
I'm very happy to be back after the months of not posting and I hoped you missed me cuz I'll try to be back a lot more~
Anyway I'll see you all in the next chapter~ BYE!)
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FanfictionHi! Writer here and I hope you enjoy this book! I haven't seen a twisted wonderland book like this so I think it's original but idk let's just get into the description I had just finished writing a new story in my room when suddenly right when I tri...
