A/n so Voiceless_Siren found a couple of clues already...mega oof.
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We came up with a plan to kill Wilford, but we need to use everybody, which means we need to train the YouTubers for a fight. We all got dressed and Die teleported us to the place my soul got ripped out. Ironic but eh.
I was paired up with Mark, who smiled at me softly. We walked a good distance away from our friends and I put my hands up, ready to spar. He did the same, and I smirked at him.
"Just a fair warning, demons never fight fair." I warned, and he looked confused. In his moment of weakness I used my shadows to grab his ankles and trip him.
Mark fell forward and I placed my knee in front of him, his cheek slamming into it with an audible thud. He rolled and laid on his back, groaning in pain. I offered him my hand and he took it, allowing me to pull him up.
"Always be on your guard. Demons can and will use their shadows to gain the upper hand. Again." I explained before returning to my sparring stance.
*Four Hours Later*
I hit the ground with a thud, my breathing heavy. Mark looked at me and offered me his hand, smiling. I grabbed his hand and he helped me up. I wiped the grass off of my clothes and wiped my blood from my mouth and nose.
"Good. Looks like we need to switch. Head over to Dark. Remember what I taught you." I commanded, smiling at Mark as he nodded and walked away.
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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...
