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Tabletrapped

Tabletrapped

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 16, 2014
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“I’m not an interesting person.” The girl scratched her head in thought. Her messy hair became even messier. She shook her head from side to side, “Nope. I’m not. I wish I was, but I’m not.” The person occupying the seat in front of the girl just stared. Their pencil was limp in their hand, and their biology textbook was open to a chapter about the nucleus. -- A tale about two like minded teenagers that have a craving for adventure and talking to the voices in their heads. An unusual friendship develops between the two, and they accidentally embark upon an adventure that they so craved. Issues and confusion arises during their adventure, and the two friends eventually decide that they have to find a way home, even though they don’t want to go. -- You can kinda tell by the writing style, that I was heavily influenced by Homestuck at the time when I wrote this. There are also elements of "choosing your own path", but they aren't too elaborate.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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