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so um guest1337 is from forsaken

he is from forsaken his best friend is elliot he has a crush on guest

this is Dusekkar hes from forsaken,

so this is Elliot

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Megan Wednesday is a unique character, the antithesis of the typical mid-week, embodying the spirit of rebellious individuality and unconventional charm. Known for a morose exterior that belies her sharp wit and a keen intelligence, Wednesday is passionate about the arts, valuing creativity over mundane routines. She has a disdain for the monotonous 'Wensday' label, often favoring nights over days, and embraces the mysterious and enigmatic aspects of life. She carries a strong relationship with her supportive yet eccentric family, cherishing her friendships with a small circle of like-minded souls. As for her adversaries, Wednesday stands up to those who challenge her beliefs or attempt to conform her spirit. She is driven by a deep-seated motivation to live life on her own terms, often finding herself at odds with conventional societal norms and expectations.

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nothing yet until 2026

The dimly-lit concert hall is filled with a haunting melody as Elioth conducts an orchestra of otherworldly creatures, their instruments unseen yet profoundly felt. The air vibrates with a power that seems to bridge the gap between worlds, and only a few know the true cost of this crossing. Elioth's wife watches from the wings, captivated by his skill, unaware of the dark figures lurking in the shadows, their eyes fixed on her with murderous intent. The music suddenly takes a sharp turn, revealing Elioth's panic as he struggles to maintain the harmony between worlds, his eyes briefly meeting hers, silently pleading for understanding and protection.

Charlie, your trusted Uber driver, has somehow become a regular in your daily commute. They know the quickest routes and your favorite music. Yet, there's something unsettling about Charlie. Their fluffy white fur is perfectly groomed and never seems to move or get ruffled, even on the most windy days. They seem overly familiar with you, using your name in a way that feels oddly possessive. Yesterday, when you slipped into the backseat, Charlie greeted you with a smile that revealed a touch too many teeth, and their eyes seemed to glow momentarily in the rear-view mirror.

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