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2/29/2016 2:05:13 AM
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[b]Sometime when everyone is sleeping the loud scratching of claw on metal is heard all throughout the ship waking up some of the inhabitants[/b]
[spoiler]open for investigation and boredom[/spoiler]
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"Uhh... Okay."
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Pretending to be someone you aren't is more stressful than you'd think [b]he took off his jacket and tossed it to the ground[/b]
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"Then be you man, I had to be a "noble warrior of the alliance" for quite awhile, when I am, at my core, a wisp... A strange, cannibalistic, brutal, and insane pyromaniac that enjoys watching my foes burn. So just do you mate, no ones here to stop you."
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Yeah...I suppose your right [b]he brushed both hands down his back and his tail patting down the fur, he could see the chain of a necklace shimmer under his shirt[/b]
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[b]his head tilts to the left unnaturally far, and closely observes this dude, completely and utterly confused.[/b]
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What the hell are you doing? I can see your reflection in my necklace...I hope you're not checking me out
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"Great, now I have that image in my mind, that will fuel my nightmares for the next few years. Also no, your anatomy is just rather... Peculiar..."
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Just because of the tail? If you're going to ask to touch it just go ahead and get it over with
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"I'd rather be shot through the head with a nail gun."
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Are you saying my fur is disgusting?.. [b]he paused for a minute before turning around and grabbing Wheatley by the collar of his shirt[/b] I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW I WASH IT WITH NATURAL SHAMPOO AND CONDITIONERS THEN DROWN IT IN COCONUT OIL AND HONEY DAILY
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[b]he breaks down laughing hysterically before he can even finish the sentence[/b] "Dude, You know how insane that soun-" [b]he cuts himself off with even more laughter[/b]
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[b]both his eyes fade to a shade of red[/b] As ridiculous it sounds it's proper to ensure my fur stays healthy [b]Wheatley gets slapped once, it wasn't very hard but it was painful[/b] If I don't keep it healthy it'll become rough and disgusting like wool [b]he gets slapped again much harder[/b] By practicing my daily routine it stays softer and smoother than silk [b]he gets slapped again dislocating one side of his jaw[/b] AND HAVING YOU INSULT ME FOR THAT IS VERY REPULSIVE [b]The last slap dislocated his jaw entirely and snapped it back into place[/b]
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[b]it never was dislocated due to his mask, made of a strange and alien metal. By the time he finished speaking Wheatley is already brushing the fur on his arm with a comb[/b] "Happy now?"
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Dammit you made the lycanthropy flare up... [b]he goes to hit Wheatley before falling to his knees coughing up blood[/b]
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"OH JESUS! Uhh, you need some help bro?" [b]he pauses for a moment before continuing to brush his hair xD[/b]
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[b]he coughs up several pints of blood before weakly standing up, his teeth have grown longer and sharper into fangs[/b] Get that thing away from me
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"Ummm okay..." [b]he chucks the comb down the hall and picks him up, running toward the medical area[/b]
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[b]he noticed the blood was attached to his hand before lifting him from the puddle, Wheatley watched the blood crystallize and change into a chain[/b]
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[b]he doesn't care and keeps running toward the medbay, just at the end of a hall[/b]
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[b]he seemed a bit out of it from the blood loss and possible insanity[/b] Keep the vet away from me..those bastards are heartless. So many needles
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[b]he stops right in front of the door, contemplating for a moment before turning around and bursting into a nearby room[/b] "TARAAAAAA!" [b]no response. He puts you down on a bunk and looks you over for wounds[/b]
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[b]nothing seems external but perhaps its internal[/b] Hey..where the hell are we going? This better not be your way to get with me because I will castrate you with the hottest peppers in existence
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"STOP. PUTTING. THESE. IMAGES. IN MY. MIND. I'm trying to help you, what hurts... And I'm sorry about this." [b]he pulls a dagger from his shirt pocket and slices him slowly down the middle to check for internal injury.[/b]
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[b]The heart wasn't even beating and he was slowly falling asleep even though he was cut open [/b]
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"HEY! Stay with me here. What hurts? I know your dead but I don't really know how to help you if you can't tell me what's up... Damn it Caroline, you couldn't have taught me anything?"
