Dreaming Awake // tronnor oneshot
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"Now, Con da bon, we're going to play a little game. Just a simple one, I'm sure your tiny mind could handle that, right?"
"W-what kind of game?"
"well, you see Connor, I'm going to give you 10 minutes to run and find a hiding spot. If I can't find you in 5 minutes, you win." I let out a breath of relief, eyes closing as I began to calm down "But if I find you, it's game over."
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