Most of my life, I was never in control. My parents never let me hangout with my friends. They never let me play outside when I was young.
When I got older, I thought I was finally in control of what I wanted to do with my life. Turns out, I was just another puppet in this fucked up world. I died, and came back. I died again, and came back stronger than before.
But I'll never be in control. I'm still a puppet. Wilford is pulling the strings. I will never know what his plan is. I just know that he needs me for something.
When I was young, I pretended that people weren't actually people. I pretended that they were monsters, and I was a warrior sent to rid the world of them. I was just a kid. I was right about the monsters.
I'm weak. My mind is broken. I hurt my only...lover I guess.
While I was in The Hollowed Vales, I kept seeing Damien. Damien and Celine made up Dark. Dark is only out to seek revenge, which is most likely why he came after me.
I don't know why I am starting to feel things for him. He's a social manipulator. He isn't my friend. Yet I can't help but love him.
He may have ripped out my soul, but he gave some of it back. I have hurt him so many times, but he has also hurt me many times as well.
This is my last chance to make everything right.
I'm in The Hollowed Vales.
Time to kill Wilford Warfstache.
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Control (Sequel to Puppet)
FanfictionI've never been one for sob stories, which is why I hated what I used to be. Oh poor Cait, tortured by someone she thought she loved. Oh poor Cait, her soul got ripped out. No more poor Cait. That little drama queen is dead. The only one here is me...
