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Septic was mad at Darkiplier for his deeds. Her eyes glowed red, her voice went a bit deep, and her dragon was ready to kill.
Septic: Make your move Darkiplier or else I'll-
A crash was heard in the distance. As if, someone had dropped 10 pounds of glass on a wood floor.
Septic: I know what that is...
She dashed into the main hall of the manor, to where the crash came from. Furious, she stood in the hallway. Starring at you.
Your spine shivered, with fear.
You: Um... I see I got your attention?
Septic: What did you do.... You broke my f*cking present, that I was going to give to Darkiplier? What the hell is wrong with you?!
You: I...I didn't mean to...
You stuttered, and shivered as she stomped closer to you. You felt yourself shrink, and curl into a ball of fear. Scared, and worried of what she might do, you started to squiggle away.
Septic: And where do you think you're going?!
{End}
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