"So Futaba, explain to me how this works?"
"akira, you dumbass, i just told you-"
"just- tell me again." akira groaned.
"-.- Fiiiiiine. last time tho."
"got it."
"ok, so by my calculations, the... thing... right infront of us is a bloodstone immaterializer. its a device that essentially allows teleportation, but we have no idea where it would take us. I can mess with the power cells either, they have a profaned barrier on that.
"akechi please help i have no idea what the hell that means."
akechi sighed.
"big portal teleport you."
"..."
"OHHHHHHHHHH-"
"akira, stop being a dumbass and go through."
"What?!?!? are you crazy?!?! im not going through that thing!"
"Dude, Akechi already went through."
"wait, WHAT-"
when he looked over, he saw no akechi, but before he could ponder it, futaba yeeted him into the portal, and he passed out.
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heeeeeey, how are you my friends? i heard you were in Mexico making lots of noise at the border... heheheheh...
i want to tell you a story. its about a town in mexico...
Down South, A town with a bank in it.
And in that bank, is something that belongs to me.
Its Something, very, very precious.
Can you get this precious thing for me?
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Public Spite - an Akeshu/Shuake Story (Wrote by my 16 year old dumbass)
Romantizmwhat if. the strangest part of ones creativity stems from those two words. it holds endless possibilities. the power to ask, "what would have happened, if i just did this a bit different", and have a totally different outcome. truly, facinating. a...
