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Secret missionShadow slowly opened the door, and blinked a couple time to let his eyes august. He slowly walked into the dark, unable to find the light switch. Suddenly the door slammed behind him. He spun around, and he heard the door lock.
He sighed, and kept wandering around the room. Multiple computers scattered the area. He started to move one of the many boxes that was in front of the screen, and the lid popped off and random vines shot out. His eyes widen and he tried frantically to shut the box.
The vines wrapped themselves around him, and he struggled, trying to be quit. He tried to Chaos Control his way out, but it wasn't working. The vines had him so his arms were above his head and they removed his shoes.
Shadow's eyes widened and he struggled even more, the thought of the 'punishments' making him almost be able to escape. Squirming around the best he could, he knew he was done for.
The vines took off his socks, and he started to panic, eyes widening. A single vine slowly star
Living on Chapter 1I bolted through the door, and for the first time in years I start breathing fresh air. What year is it? Which base am I in? Doesn't matter. I just need to get out of here. I can hear the dogs, the robots, and HIM.
The chains are going to give me away, but I can't get them off. I'm losing my strength fast, but I have to keep going. I can't be taken back there. Never.
Diving for the bushes, maybe I can hide my scent a little from the dogs. Falling into a mud hole, I almost can't get up. But I have to. I have to keep going. I slowly stand up, and the fear of being taken back gives me new strength.
I keep running, and I'm... crying. I'm being slapped in the face with branches, and the dogs are right behind me. The robots lights go off, and I know they're ahead of me. But I can't go back. I need to find somebody I know.
I duck under the robot and crash, and I don't get up. The dogs surround me, and one bites my foot. I regain conscientiousness, and I leap up, smashing the hound. I leap ove
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
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