"Roman! Get off him!" Roman had tackled someone, wait? There's another one of us!! I turn to him, woah, he looks like some sort of robot?! Was Roman right to tackle him? No, we should talk to him first. "Sorry about him. Hello by the way. I'm-" He cuts me off "Patton Calico I know, I'm Logan Sanders" I reach my hand out to help him up, but he ignores it and stands on his own. "Get up here Emo! We've got a situation!" Roman calls to Virgil. After a few seconds we see him walking up to us "What do you want Princey? I was sleeping and New York better be on fire- wait who the hell is this?"
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-They weren't supposed to see you
Logan. Please-
-Why do you keep talking to me?
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0.1% (A Sanders Sides Fanfiction)
FanfictionThe year is 3019 and about two years ago, the robots took over, they killed off 99.9% of the population... What happened to that last 0.1%? Read to find out!
