You've been a friend of BF ever since high school, but some things changed. Can you protect your friend from the Dearest control? Find out now.
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"Where's GF?" You asked yourself.
"Your fate isn't in your hand, (Y/N)."
"What? Who's there...
Girlfriend: Oh, so you've finally decided to come inside, and since you're curious and asking, this is Girlfriend Clone number one hundred eighty-five.
(Y/N): So... your parents have cloned you one hundred eighty-five times?
Grace: No, (Y/N), we've been cloned hundreds of thousands of times.
Girlfriend: I'm clone number one, and Grace is one hundred thirty-two
(Y/N):What? Why?
Girlfriend: (Y/N), Your parents knew as well.
Grace: (Y/N) Do you know how your parents died?
(Y/N): Well, I-I've never thought of it.
Girlfriend: (Y/N), your parents thought of exposing this technology to the public.
Grace: And our parents wouldn't have it, so after you were born, your parents left you in an orphanage, moved away somewhere else, and had your sisters.
Girlfriend: Little did they know that would be their downfall.
*Flashback*
This was after the first couple of weeks of your musical trio. You were running around the block and suddenly you heard an explosion. You ran over there and transformed into Water Hazard.
Water Hazard is a rock-blue alien with red eyes, a reddish-pink mouth, spikes, black spots, portholes, and crab-like features. He has a rough hood, barnacle-like portholes, shorter red sections, and sharper fingers.
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You jumped in the air with the water propulsion that you created and hosed down the burning cars. After a few long seconds, the cars cooled off, but no one in both cars survived. You were devastated, this was one of your first, and last, failed missions. All that survived was a piece of paper.
(Y/N): "By Lily. To whom may find this, we're most likely gone from this planet. We'd relish you to take care of our two adolescent girls, and if you can our son, his designation is... Well, that's not paramount. He's probably killed by those demons... they've threatened to kill our entire family line. So the likelihood of him surviving is zero to none. Please if you read this, endeavor and expose them to the demons they are. Their orchestration is t—" Ugh... why does everything have to cut off at the last couple of words, seriously, what's with the fancy writing?
You never thought much of that letter at the time, but eventually, you went to the orphanage that the address had pointed you to and adopted the twins. You gave them a house far, far away from yours which was still near the dearest family's own. 'Cause even tho you hated admitting it, your neighbors were anything but pleasant, and every other night random stuff started happening. One night you heard very loud music, and the other an explosion. Tonight you had to save everyone as Fasttrack.
