I have nothing better to do.
~Voldemort's POV~
I felt a pain in my head after a few minutes, but it wasn't anything I hadn't felt before. Soon enough the pain stops and I see a person that looks exactly like a green version of Hagrid but fatter. He turns around and sure enough, he has a face like a anime girl.
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"What the fuck is this?" I shout in anguish. He looks at me slowly. 'Damn.' I think. His eyes are a gorgeous mix of red the color of blood and as golden yellow as the desert sand.
"You know I can read your thoughts right?" the mysterious stranger says with an adorable giggle. "What." I gulp out. They just smile and say in a authentic Scottish accent, "Oh, and I'm a Squip, but judging by what your heartrate's saying 'bout my current form, you can call me Shrek."
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Omg what have I done. Sorry for the super short chapter but life happens.
