Doom.

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"Team who?"

Purple, like the idiot he was, had slithered his way into a new team. Paul looked like he was watching hell.

"I should slap you. You said you had stopped." Purple smiled softly.

"Yeah... before this group came into view. I had to sacrifice my words for this." Murph was resting against Paul, who really looked dead from recent events.

"I really should smack you."

"Paul, rest."

"No."

"The point is that they're dangerous." Purple passed a folder to Ash, who hummed.

"Alright... spread the word. I have a bad feeling with this group."

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