(Shoddy cover art is mine)
"no, I've been thinking..." You hesitate, but Six puts a hand on your shoulder. "Tell me." She says simply. "This place, its system, everything about it is just...messed up." "Oh...yeah." She sighs. "It's okay though, because it's not like I'll let anyone hurt you!" "You can't control me dying..." She laughs. "Are you serious with that? Of course I can." You tilt your head in confusion and she pats it. "It's like, if I own a quill. I own it, so I can just keep it with me, right? And I'll dip it in ink whenever I need to, not to mention that I'll never lose it, so it'll never get hurt, get it?" You can't help but giggle at her silly explaination. "But you don't own me!" You say, pointing your finger up at her.
"Of course I do." She slurs, taking your arms and guiding them around her neck. "You're mine." She sticks out her tongue towards you.
You laugh. "Sure." Suddenly, you can hear heavy breathing and crashing plates behind you. You both gasp and quickly unravel off each other, noticing the guest now squirming towards you both. "Shoot, run!" Six yells, grabbing your hand as you both start running for your lives.
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Fanficplease, don't read this. If you happen to come across it, I mean. I'm not trying to be dramatic or anything, this is just an old fanfic I had to publish to save space And no it's not a trolls fanfic I just wanted the cover to say 'die' :) If you're...
