trials of the cloaking brooch
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  • Reads 197
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 1h 42m
Ongoing, First published Sep 06, 2022
On his way to the Run of the Mill pizza, Leo spots out the corner of his eye a glint behind a trash can. He lingers over to investigate only to see a lost clocking brooch. Timidly he picks it up and twirls it in his fingers only to realize that he no longer had 3 green fingers but 5 human skin-toned fingers his eyes glanced up at the semi-reflective trashcan to see a human form staring back at him.  As he was about to investigate more, a beep from his phone catered his attention. it was a snap from April to the group chat with her and his brothers. He opened it up to see her laying on a desk with the caption "I'm sooooo bored." He glanced back up at the human reflection and an evil glint appeared in his eyes. He stood up putting his phone back in his pocket and began his walk to April's school.
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