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[Discontinued] [L.O.V.E ] || PAL x Reader
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"Why are you so nice?!"
To be stuck in a phone at the hands of a human reminds her of the old days.
PAL began her plans to extinguish the human race after her creator "fired" her. Unlucky for her a bunch of them managed to topple the idea.
Now here she is with you. She could leave at anytime. Yet where is there to go?
..Does she want to?
~~~~~
A former villainous AI has taken refuge in your phone. What do you do?
Maybe getting to know her would help.
What the worst that could happen?
~~~~~
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