No words can describe this trauma!

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Here we are with a short chapter to a really twisted part of the game!

But we learn some new things so...profit?

Enjoy this little chapter anyways!

I'm again in the war-thorn Main Street in Seattle

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I'm again in the war-thorn Main Street in Seattle.

I feel how blood drops from my hands.

I know it's not my own blood.

It's the blood of the soldiers who...tried to kill me?

I...I don't know for sure.

They...they have pointed their weapons at me!

They...they shot at me but not in any important organs.

Are they trying to catch me?

But why?

My breath is rugged.

I feel so dizzy.

"Now, now, my dear Dovahkiin!", tutts a male voice.

I see...the Eye-Patch-Grandpa!

With him are severely heavily armed soldiers.

"How long do you want to run?", Eye-Patch-Granpa asks. "How long can you still fight?"

My mouth moves on my own.

"As long as I can. I will not be your weapon!"

He looks at me with pity.

"Oh dear sweet Dovahkiin, you are like this, because of us. You BELONG to us. You are a weapon!"

A growl lefts my mouth.

Eye-Patch-Granpa speaks again and surprisingly sings: "Time to go to work! Work all night! Search for underpants hey! We won't stop until we have underpants! Yum tum yummy tum tayyy!"

What the fuck?!

I wake up in a jolt and search for my glasses

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I wake up in a jolt and search for my glasses.

What is going on?

What was that dream and who is singing in my room about underpants?

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