04-17-2018, 02:58 AM
Stanley frowned softly and glanced around, feeling a nervousness fill his chest. After a moment, he got to his feet, heading off. He knew if he could get back to that place he could jump off of, the narrator would say something. He had to, right?
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[color=#8F7894]we are the sealers of the fate
we are the fangs of the snake
we are the fangs of the snake