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They say the most dangerous kind of person, is one fighting not for someone they love...
But their own life.
The will to live surpasses most other emotions in human nature.
We are willing to listen to those we know are lying in hopeless situations
For the hopes of survival.
Underestimating someone in a life or death situation
Could be your final mistake.
Because most people don't have the will to kill someone
Until it's you
Or them.
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The wind begins to pick up as Balloon's fear rapidly rises at the sight of the beast that had appeared in front of him. He tried to escape only to have the creature grabbed him, just like before the substance spreading over his body. His wings desperately flapped trying to get away... But to no avail.
Nickel screamed out to Balloon and tried desperately to summon the claws from before, or to attack the creature that held him. Damn it— HE SHOULD HAVE PRACTICED INSTEAD OF SITTING BACK AND LAUGHING! Nickel was angry with himself, and scared for Balloon.
Nickel was frozen, he didn't know what to do!
Balloon felt it slowly envelop his body, it made him feel weak, and drained him of his hope. For some reason her felt incredibly hopeless, and weak. He tried to squirm free, to kick his legs frantically...
To thrash.
To scream.
To struggle.
To fight.
He felt weak.
'Breathe just breathe...'
He felt hopeless.
Was there even a point to fighting...?
What was happening...?
'Breathe...!'
Tears prickled his eyes.
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Crowned
FanfictionThe world is being ripped apart at it's seams, and it's up to 10 assigned gods to see the mortal plane back together. But all of them are children or just barely adults... And one of the gods is not as they seem... Will these newly crowned gods be...
