The Choice of One

The Choice of One

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé lun., déc. 8, 202525m
Before I say ANYTHING, THERE ARE SO MANY REFERENCES AND STUFF TO OTHER GAMES AND BOOKS I AM SO SORRY I DON'T WANNA GET COPYRIGHTED SO HERE IS EVERYTHING THAT I COULD'VE REFERENCED: Roblox 21 The Hunger Games Roblox Grace okay yeah credits to them and HUGE credits to Roblox 21. pls pls pls pls i don't wanna get copyrighted- ALSO EXRTREMELY IMPORTANT: THERE ARE SCENES OF TRAUMA, FICTIONAL DEATH AND VIOLENCE, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL MOMENTS. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. 13-year-old Pebble finds herself in a new dimension, where she must play games to survive with a disembodied voice that is MEAN to her all the time :3.
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-Shapeshifter Au- Rain was hitting the windows of every nearby building and prompting the pedestrians to keep their heads under their umbrellas, hurrying home and not even looking at the storefront of your café. Why had your boss even scheduled you for a shift tonight? With weather like this, anyone craving hot chocolate would rather drink it at their own place. Sitting behind the counter and sulking, you decided to make a cup of coffee for yourself, no customer would come tonight anyway. Little did you know, but the kind of "shift" that was coming had nothing to do with work. You cleaned the counter and tables, packed your bag, and used your own key to lock up the café. Your body froze when you heard what sounded like whimpers in the alley next to the café. The streetlights cast long shadows, making it impossible for you to see clearly when you stepped forward. You let out a shriek as your phone slipped from your hand and hit the ground. A man was crouched down, his back facing you, but a dim light let you catch a glimpse of the blood soaking his back and shoulders. He turned around and you recognized him right away. His eyes. His hair. His freckles. Felix was standing right in front of you.

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