The footsteps clattered, metal against metal it was always clear. It was always certain. Needing to always regulate your breaths, control your steps, and the Golden Rule, never die. In this twisted game I got involved in, I'm starting to have second thoughts, or third ones that are out in the open. Believe me I've learned from my mistakes and if life had a redo button, I'd click it a thousand times. Seeing his glow behind the desk I hid behind, telling myself, it's a dream, for if I didn't, I knew he'd smell my fear. And the tears, they would plainly come out. God save me before I become apart of them. It's almost too late before... before I'm stuck.
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Underground
FanfictionJacob Fragnor is found stuck in a cycle of the possibility of death, stuck of the death of his daughter and the demon behind this demise. Will he escape unscathed or will he learn that you don't mess with magic? (This is not based off of actual game...
