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They carry me through the halls back to the tanks. Everything is as depressing as it has been the last couple of months. Except... Felix and Cry are both lying at the bottom of their tanks... They are not moving...
Jack is curled up in a ball and he seems to be crying... Mark is asleep. "What happened to them?" I ask the people carrying me nodding towards Felix and Cry. It's the first time in 2 months my voice has been used and it's rusty like a motherfucker!
"They're dead," the firs one says and my eyes widen. I'm half in shock half in disbelief.
I'm placed in my tank and the people leave.
We have to get out.
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adopted by septiplier
Fanfictieadopted by septiplier BUT what happens when they loose control and Dark and Anti show their face
