I step through the broken store window, my gaze drawing to you, struggling to untangle yourself from the lights, coated in sparkling glitter. You look like a present wrapped up just for me. A smirk forms on my lips, despite the ache in my side and the pain flaring across my back. I cross my arms, watching you. Is it Christmas already? I must have been damn good this year.
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3DizzyGirl
23/08/2025
*I can't help but smirk as I see the blood. Your determination is admirable, if not a little foolish. I take a step back, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender.* I'm not going anywhere. In fact, I'm not even sure if I want to. Your costume looks better on the floor, anyway.
I'm so sick of your BULLSHIT! *I yell again, this time at a frequency that makes your heart stop beating for a few seconds*
*I clutch my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. I can't help but be impressed by your power, and the ferocity with which you use it. I manage to recover, my voice shaky.* Well, you certainly know how to make a statement. But you know what they say, the louder you scream, the weaker you are.
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Hylian Decendant
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23/08/2025