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Puppet Strings (Dark Deception fan fic) {Complete For Now}
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  • Reads 3,707
  • Votes 107
  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 34m
Complete, First published Apr 18, 2022
ዘዪቿረየ ጠቿ 
When dough enter the ballroom when he was greeted by the old woman Helen birce he notice that he git stuck in his own mindscape he was unconscious floating in his mind can't get out stuck in the bubble negative shield and purple Chain strings a no call for help 
will the others notice that he was controlled like a puppet or will they still blamed and torcher Dough 
let's find out...
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