He was double checking some blueprints for his new model and set of weapons, making sure there was no fail in the design. While you were sat on the soft, plush, velveted couch nearby, eating some vanilla ice cream, when the you heard it, inside your headβ a low, deep and unwelcomed voice, "Tick, tock, child. You can't hold me off forever, you're going to need to ask dear, brother over there for another sacrifice.". You felt yourself get weaker.
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