Meanwhile in an another realm..
The lonely used-to-be destroyer was making puppets again, when will he stop knitting?
He had noticed that the puppets he is making is very familiar to him, with the puppet having his signature hoodie around it's waist and with the eyes just a single blue eye and a star on the other just like him.
It made him think, why was he making these ink puppets all over again?
In furious and frustration, he grabbed one of the ink puppets he made recently and teared them apart.
For once it made his heart ache, seeing that the puppet is tore into two.
He wanted to put it back together but he just looked away from it, sighing.
Why am i feeling such a thing?
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『𝕄𝔼𝔸ℕ𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝔹𝔼』
FanfictionJust a short story i've made while i'm not going to be updating for a while. -inkycxx_ Includes secret messages that might relate to aspects in the future.
