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THUMP!
"ow..."
The orange-yellowish object arose to her feet, what did she just do?
oh yeah.
"Wait.... where?..." The writing tool rubbed her eraser, it felt rough as four had ripped a chunk off as punishment a while back.
Then she heard a recognizable voice
"bubble?"
"lightning! do what you think is right!" Then bubble covers her mouth knowing that she'd make the alliance leader mad.
"You're right! why am I listening to these maniacs?!" The object in question floated away.
Pencil then sees herself, she looked cruel she had to admit, she could barely look at herself.
what a bitch...
Pencil watched as her past self demoted bubble, for quite stupid reason...
She wanted to slap some sense into her, but, she went straight through, like a ghost.
Fuck.
One lied, she can't change anything here.
Blue numbered bitch. Do blue numbers just like me suffering?
It's deserved.
Pencil sighs sadly.
"why am i here... just to suffer?"