2p HetaOni

Copycats?

Yes I know the picture is Dreamtalia.
Get over it.

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The beast had taken Flavio, placing him in a cell in the basement. Flavio would scream and cry, but no one came for him. Santiago had walked into the room Flavio had been put into and gasped. He ran out quickly. Grabbing his axe as he ran. "Flavio is missing!" The Spaniard ran out of the safe room and through the halls. He never thought Flavio would be dumb enough to leave the room. And alone. He acted as though he didn't care for him, but in all reality, he truly and deeply cared for him and loved him. His eyes widened as he saw his knife. Santiago dropped all sense. Flavio had been knocked out once again and
a copy had been made of him. The copy had its eyes ripped out and its chest ripped open. It looked as if it had been crying bloody tears for a savior. When Santiago found the body, he began crying. The body was over a vent where the real Flavio was screaming for help. Santiago heard this and moved the body. "F-Flavio!?" The blonde Italian looked up at the vent. "Santiago! Help me!" Santiago nodded and found a way to the basement, picking the lock and opening the cell.