heartslabul-chapter 13: no use

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I'm in the dream again, huh? A woman is standing in front of a crowd of people shouting at her and cowering in fear.

The woman is desperately pleading for them to stay back.

" Stay away!"

Riddle- (no, no, stop!)

The woman was so scared she accidentally froze the fountain behind her. People screamed in fear.

"Monster!"

A man shouted at the woman, as she ran off the people ran after her.

Riddle-(why are they chasing her?)

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???- hellooooo! Are you awake? Hello, fishy?

I must have dosed off during class, whoops.

Floyd- oh! You're awake! G'Morning goldfishy!

Riddle- ah! Floyd! How long have you been there!?

Floyd- well classes are done for the day, and you were sleeping so I thought I'd sit here until you woke up. Nice of me no?

Riddle- ugh, well I know you won't let me go unless I thank you, but. Yes thank you Floyd. . .

Floyd then pulls me into a tight hug

Floyd- aww thank you fishy!

Riddle- argh! Let me go!!

Floyd- c'mon let's head to lunch together!

Floyd throws me over his shoulder.

Riddle- FLOYD PUT ME DOWN!!!

floyd- aww! You're so cute when you're mad!

Riddle- ARGHH!!

when we got to the cafeteria Floyd puts me down and I storm off.

It's been days since what happened in ramshackle, no one has brought it up when wimothy came over, ace is still recovering from that blow to the face, trey is still processing what grim said .

Cater- hey riddle!

Deuce- . . . Oh hey riddle.

Trey-. . . Hey.

Riddle- are you alright, ace?

Ace- oh peachy! Yeah I'm fiiine!

I sit down and there's a moment of silence.

Trey- . . . And que the awkward silence. . .

Trey mumbled something.

Riddle- . . .

Deuce- . . .

Cater- . . .

Ace- . . . Sooo. . . Are we gonna talk about the unbirthday party tomorrow?

Riddle- . . . It is tomorrow . . .

Trey- what if wimothy tries something . . .

Deuce- we'll have to just prepare for the worst then.

Riddle- we'll have to brace ourselves.

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Tbc

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