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#𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

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surely, the one it finds would be the one
responsible for making them so inconvenienced.
and once it gets its hands on them, it will turn
the one into little bits and pieces of flesh as a
punishment. )
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what did the creator say it would be? hm, yes.
disappointment. it feels disappointed. perhaps,
it could 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 whatever caused its disappointment.
yes, that's a sound and good idea. )

( it'd begin to trek through the fallen city, searching
for any signs of life. - -
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to spark that sense of... - wonder? was it? -
in it. it's gone. )

" hey... "

( it stands. black and pink locks flow with
the swirling dust made of sand, powdered
concrete and human remains. )

" i was enjoying that... "

( and now, a new found sense. - -
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its vision went dark. )

" . . . "

( it couldn't remember what happened. but
it would emerge from rubble and debris,
crawling out from shredded concrete into
the dust of a newly formed wasteland. it
is gone. the thing it found enjoyment in, the
first thing - -
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different.
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its arms on this sleek black counter. )
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up the small stairs, ignoring the sign just before
the landing. its... much quieter up here. more
calm. it could actually hear itself think again. it
sighs before moving through a room littered with
chairs and tables. it would take a seat on a stool,
resting - -
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urged it to enter. and so, it did. it is loud. so very
loud .. but they pushed through the sounds ripping
at their ear drums. lights would flash, different
colors of different intensities. the people.. they..
were dancing? how confusing. it'd push further.
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as it walked, the bright LEDs of the entertainment
district nearly blinded it. it couldn't understand how
people could live with such ... nuisances. but even
so, the lights drew it into one of the flashy buildings
lined on the street. something about its doors - -
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hiding. )

" 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺. "

( it mutters to itself, staring to the large screen
displaying the original's face. the headlines
demanding for their detainment. )

" 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦. "
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find 𝘢𝘯𝘺 trace of the original, track them down.
kill them. if anyone gets in the way, or if they
just so happen to cross paths with one related
to the original, kill them too. bring their heads
to the creator, use the trophies as tools to lure
the original out of - -
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( it had been doing this for several hours.
it had started at the initial rift site. where its
creator had ridden the multiverse of that she-
devil. it had found traces of its echo, only for
the trail to stop in ash. and now, it had become
their sole mission. - -
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one unfamiliar with this territory, yet knowing.
it steps through the crowd, heading in the
direction opposite of the herd. its silent steps
pace through the small flood, pink eyes darting
from left to right, scanning nearly every face
it passes. )

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