The Dancing Demons
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I've been abused all my life. I've been bullied. My brothers are all I have to protect me.
You may be asking, 'Who are you?' I'm Y/N Woods. My brothers are Jeffery and Liu Woods. They mean everything to me. I may be a demon, but nothing will hurt me or my brothers for as long as I have the will to live. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Randy,Keith and Troy and all my bullies are a simple road block. A road block from keeping my sanity from failing.
It was my birth day today and I was psyched! Until I realized I had school that day. My tail twitched all day and I was a wreck! I went for a walk through the yard when I met someone I couldn't tell anyone about. Not even my bothers.
He was just.
Like.
Me.
Then I meet Cuphead and his brother Mugman. They are out to hurt him and I cant let that happen.
I would protect him more than my brothers.
Will I have the strength and the will to fight for who I love? Or will I fail and die? I guess I'll have to find out sooner or later.
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