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First Infection

Mindoir, botany lab

1267 C.E.

"Opening Advisor pod,"

The synthesized voice coming from the dashboard was neutral and emotionless, and entirely ignored by Elita. Instead, her attention was completely focused on the black metal Advisor pod that hugged the corner of the wall like a spider. The basement was filled with the sound of hissing as steam was released from the pod's crevices. The two columns of metal ridges that bulged forward were pulled to the side to reveal the contents and the single inhabitant that occupied its interior. With loud metal clanks, the bulging ridges of the pod proceeded to recede up into each other, until finally the last ridge disappeared into the roof of the pod.

Elita slowly walked away from the dashboard and through the aisles of plants to get a better view of the inside of the pod.

The interior of the pod was absolutely filled with all kinds of small pinpoint dots of various colors that shined brightly to convey their status. The pod also contained a number of wires and circuitry that connected to the center mass of the pod. And located in that center mass was…

An Advisor.

One of the individuals belonging to a group who were directly involved in many of the major events that shaped humanity. It was they who ended the pandemic. It was they who brought humanity to the dark reaches of space. They were the ones who changed the face of humanity forever. They are the ones who keep humanity well stocked with their technological products. They were the ones who created the massive hive cities. They are the ones responsible for preserving humanity's research into each field of science. The Advisors were truly the pathfinders of humanity's destiny.

It was then when the single pathfinder of humanity's destiny noticed Elita from inside the pod.

"AUUUGH!" the Advisor screamed out in shock.

"Ah!" Elita responded, as she took a step back in surprise, while the Advisor closely examined her.

"Oh God, you look terrible. You look like a, like a, …uh, like a swamp monster. Which is just bloody impossible considering the fact that the nearest swamp is over a hundred miles away, so you must be a really determined swamp tourist, …or you're half tree," the Advisor said," Oh! Are you the discovery? The discovery that these botanists have been telling me about? Because if you are, then I've just got to say that… this, this is… this is just bloody amazing. I never expected that I would be talking to tree people, well… actually I have talked to tree people before, but they weren't anything like you, they were more of tree-lovers than anything else. Hey! Is that how you were made? Between a tree and a tree lover? Wow, how would that even work…?"

Elita looked down at herself. Her camo-suit covered her body entirely, completely obscuring her identity as an asari. A fact that she could use to her advantage.

"Um, …no, I'm just a …hunter in camouflage," Elita replied.

"Oh, …well that's disappointing," the Advisor replied downtrodden, but then the Advisor spoke up franticly, "Oh-but-that's-not-to-say-that-you're-a-disappoint ment! Uh, heh, heh, I'm sure that under all those disgusting twigs, leaves, and mud, you are a beautiful and passionate woman who has never been a disappointment in the eyes of any of your relatives. I'm just saying, that meeting the offspring of a tree and a human would have completely justified this trip inside this pod," the Advisor then …gestured to the pod it was in, "I mean… just look at it. It's bloody ridicules! Metal ridges? Why would anyone make it look so threatening?"

The Advisor had a very strange accent, it was both pompous yet apologetic at the same time. The voice was nothing like how Elita imagined the Advisor's voice would sound like. But, no matter how surprising the Advisor's voice was, it was nothing compared to the surprise of the Advisor's appearance.

"Um, excuse me," Elita said cautiously, "But, are you… an Advisor?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes! I am, in fact, an Advisor core," the confirmed Advisor answered smugly, "quite a prestigious one, if I do say so myself. After all, who doesn't know of the Advisor that helped end the terrible pandemic? Well, actually there are the people who don't have a high enough clearance to know about me, which do take up a large percentage of that statistic. But, don't let that take away from the fact that you are in the presence of someone highly important."

Elita took a step back to thoroughly examine the Advisor.

The first word that came to Elita's mind that summed up the Advisor's appearance was: …small.

The Advisor was much smaller than she expected one to be. The most comparable size would be that of a large ball used for sports. The Advisor's body was basically a grey metallic sphere. In the center of the Advisor's body was a blue glowing optical unit that acted as its eye. Above and below the eye were two metal handles that could be used to grip the Advisor, indicating that the Advisor's body was portable. What was interesting about the Advisor's body was that the segmented metal parts of its body could move around to convey emotion, similar to a face.

The Advisor's blue glowing eye stared at Elita, "Okay, it's obvious by your stunned silence that you've never met me. Don't worry, I've gotten used to it, it is a very common reaction in my presence. Here, I'll introduce myself…" The Advisor made a few chortled sounds of it clearing its nonexistent throat.

"My name is Wheatley."

Elita couldn't believe it.

The alien race that had uplifted humanity from the pits of their own destruction, were not aliens…

But, artificial intelligence programs.

The edges of Elita's mouth curved upward in a smile.

"Perfect," Elita said," this makes my job much easier."

The Advisor, Wheatley, scrunched up his metallic plates in confusion, "What job?" Wheatley suddenly turned to a blinking yellow light in his pod, after staring at it for a few seconds Wheatley turned back toward Elita, "And why is it that my pod is indicating that there is a biotic in this room? Humans can't become biotics-WOAH!"

Elita wrapped herself in a blue aura of biotic power and lifted herself off the ground and floated onto the suspended pod. Gripping the edges of the pod, Elita wrapped her hand around the metal handle above Wheatley's eye.

"NO-NO-NO-NO, DON'T PULL ME OUT OF THE-OOOUCH!" Wheatley yelled out in panic, before screaming in pain as he was forcefully pulled out of the socket that he was connected to in the pod, electrical sparks flying out. The entire building was then filled with spinning red strobe lights as an alarm wailed out loudly, alerting everyone that something had gone wrong. Elita jumped off of the pod with Wheatley in her grip and proceeded to exit the basement.

"HELP, SOMEONE HELP! I'M BEING WHEATLEYNAPPED!" Wheatley screamed out desperately before turning toward his capturer.

"Look, you're making a huge mistake," Wheatley warned as he was carried off down the hallways, "This entire building is completely surrounded by highly-trained soldiers that are going to kill you. Don't you understand? They're humans, the most dangerous beings in the galaxy."

Elita ignored him as she hurried through the hallways and laboratories of the first floor. With the red lights and the siren alerting everyone, along with Wheatley yelling at the top of his max volume output, broadcasting her location to everyone, stealth was no longer an option.

It was when she entered her third laboratory when she encountered her first form of resistance. She had closed the doors behind her and was quite startled when she heard dozens of loud thumps hit the doors behind her. Turning back, Elita found a large number of commons beating against the door franticly, already they had broken the glass windows and it wouldn't be long before the door shattered from their collective weight.

"AHA!" Wheatley laughed proudly, "What are you going to do now? Look at all of them, there is no way that you can fend them all off!"

Elita sighed in annoyance and brought up a surprised Wheatley to her face.

"I have been on this planet for two years," Elita's tone was filled with barely constrained anger, "And if there is anything that I learned about the humans, it is that they are the most disgusting creatures I have ever seen. When they are not vomiting or spitting bile, they are fucking each other or killing everything in sight. The humans are disgusting monsters."

Elita's voice suddenly took a calmer tone, "And if you think that all of those mutations make humans the most dangerous combatants in the galaxy, then you're wrong, because the race with the most formidable warriors in the galaxy is…"

Elita pulled off the headpiece to her camo-suit to reveal her bright blue face.

"Mine," Elita finished. She then dropped Wheatley on the ground, making a loud clanging sound as his metal body hit the ground. She then unslung her auto-shotgun from her back and pointed it at the door. Her body was then covered in a blue aura as her biotic Barriers protected her.

Suddenly, a deep wail was heard behind the doors. A moment later, both of the doors were swung open as a charger soldier pummeled through the doors and the commons in its way. Acting quickly, Elita swung her biotically charged arm upward toward the charger. The soldier was Pulled up into the air, its momentum causing it to sail right over Elita's head and straight into the wall behind her, where it stayed suspended.

Not wasting a moment's notice, Elita Pushed the table in front her, causing it to fly toward the commons speedily. The large table slammed forcefully into the commons and blocked the entrance. Spinning on her heel, Elita raised her shotgun toward the floating charger and proceeded to unload her gun into his body. The charger stopped convulsing after the fourth buckshot.

Quickly turning around, Elita found that the commons had already bypassed the table with their numbered might. Stretching her arm forward, Elita released a singularity at the entrance of the laboratory. Immediately, commons and all kinds of lab items were pulled into orbit around the singularity. With the commons and items rapidly spinning at the lab's entrance, the human soldiers from behind were unable to enter the laboratory until the singularity disappeared.

With the humans stalled for a few minutes, Elita picked up Wheatley and fled the scene as fast as she could to get to her destination.

Stairs were an uncommon sight on human planets, as most humans just prefer to climb up the walls, but there were still stairs being built to make carrying material up buildings easier.

As Elita ran up the spiral staircase, Wheatley urgently asked her where she was going.

"WAIT, WAIT, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! THERE'S NO EXIT UP THERE?!" Wheatley yelled frantically.

"No, but there is the spacecraft on the roof that transported you here," Elita answered.

Wheatley froze, "…Oh, right. …Wait! I just remembered that the craft has absolutely no gas in it. I remember the pilot saying how he was going to get gas, but he decided against it because he said: 'You never know when an alien is going to kidnap you and commandeer my ship.' At the time, it didn't make any sense, but now it does. So you should definitely try and find some other means of escape, because that aircraft is going to be a no-go."

Elita ignored the babbling AI as she kicked open the door to the roof, revealing a cargo ship of the same model that landed on the Citadel all those years ago. With a smile on her face, Elita quickly sprinted toward the spacecraft as fast as she could.

Her sprint was only interrupted by a hunter that leapt onto the roof of the building from the ground. She easily Pushed the hunter off of the roof while he was in mid-leap and proceeded up the ramp to the cargo hold of the ship. Slamming a fist on the large green button on a wall of the cargo hold, the ramp slowly started rising up to close off the ship from the outside.

Hearing loud wailing sounds, Elita looked out to see a hundred commons franticly climbing over the building to rush her. Pulling out her assault rifle, Elita released short bursts of fire onto the commons, felling each one every other second. When the ramp finally closed, Elita ran as fast as she could to the cockpit to input coordinates for the autopilot.

Outside of the cargo ship, soldiers watched on silently as the spacecraft rose off the roof and flew out over the jungle.

Twenty-five minutes later

"Alright, so here's an idea: how about… you turn this ship around and take me back to the labs, and I bet that everyone would be so thankful that you brought me back, that they would forget this entire incident and you could just walk away with nothing but a slap on the wrist. In fact, I bet they would even give you a reward, like a …uh, a medal or… uh… or something. I'm sure you would get something for bringing me back, because right now everyone is going, 'Oh gosh, do you know who I miss? That Wheatley fella, now he was someone worth hanging out with. It's just too bad that he was taken from us,' and then you'd come along and be like, 'Hey everyone, guess who I brought back,' and then they would be like, 'Oh, wow! You brought Wheatley back to us, it just goes to show that you aliens aren't all bad after all. In fact, do you know what you deserve? A medal.' So what do you say? Do you think you can earn a medal?"

Elita was sitting in the pilot's chair in the cockpit, while the metal ball of an Advisor that was Wheatley was placed in the co-pilot's seat.

Elita brought up her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, "Oh Goddess, do you ever shut up?"

The spacecraft that they were in, had been skimming across the treetops of the jungle to get to her stealth ship. Elita had briefly thought about simply flying this ship off planet, but she did away with that idea pretty fast. The cargo ship didn't have any kind defense capabilities and would most likely be shot down before she even got out of the planet's atmosphere, so it was best to just ride the ship to her stealth ship and sneak her way off the planet.

In the meantime, she had occupied herself the last twenty-five minutes by interrogating Wheatley.

Before she had become an agent of the Shadow Broker, she had been a commando for the asari military. Specifically, she had been a part of the Torture and Interrogation Unit. Elita herself had been trained by the greatest interrogator in the galaxy…

The Scalpel.

The Scalpel was, of course, just a codename, used for the most effective interrogator in the asari military. The codename wasn't even a representation of her techniques, as the asari that Elita trained under barely ever used any kind of tools.

An asari's most effective tool was the mind-meld, the ability to look into another's memories and learn the information that they know, unfortunately the mind-meld was only successful if the person who was having the mind-meld done upon them was willing to give up that information. So, asari interrogation revolved around the interrogator trying to know and understand the prisoner even more than the prisoner does.

And the Scalpel was the best at it. Some said that the Scalpel got so good at breaking people that she was able to learn a person's darkest secrets by simply glancing at them, and could bring a person to be an emotional wreck with just a few simple words.

Elita shuddered inwardly, she still remembered what happened to the prisoners that met the Scalpel.

So empty… so broken…

One day though, the Scalpel had simply disappeared. No one knew what happened, and any who did know weren't talking.

Now, Elita was definitely not even comparable to the Scalpel, but she still had been trained by the Scalpel. She was still very near the top of the field, so it was reason to believe that if there was any Shadow Broker agent that could gain information from the mysterious Advisors that uplifted humanity, it would be her.

Unfortunately for her, the Advisor was an AI and is unable to be mind-melded, due to the fact that the Advisor doesn't have any organic nervous system.

Luckily for her, Elita had all sorts of high-tech equipment in her ship that could be used to hack the little AI's memory board and bypass any kinds of firewalls.

Unluckily for her, Elita had spent the last twenty-five minutes passing time by trying to see if she could learn anything from Wheatley through the old fashion way: asking questions.

She had given up past the five minute mark.

Elita had absolutely no idea if Wheatley was either the most advanced AI in the galaxy or if he was the most flawed? What wasn't in doubt was the fact that Wheatley was the single most annoying thing in the world. Because though Elita had stopped asking questions twenty minutes ago, Wheatley on the other hand had yet to stop talking.

"Oh, did you want me to be quiet? I'm sorry, I'll try to keep quiet about my KIDNAPPING!" Wheatley yelled frustratingly, "In fact, I was just thinking the other day about the people who deserve to have some peace and quiet. Do you know who took the number one spot? It was kidnappers! I was thinking that if anyone deserved it, it was them, because they just take so much time out of their lives to spend it with their favorite person. You know, ME!"

"THAT'S IT!" Elita screamed as she raised her biotically charged fist in a threatening manner. It was only when Wheatley recoiled in horror did Elita control herself.

That's why Elita couldn't figure out if Wheatley was either incredibly advanced or incredibly flawed. AI's don't recoil in horror, they don't know how to be frustrated, and they definitely don't act so idiotic. AI's do not act like living people.

"You have arrived at your destination. Landing sequence: engaged," the virtual intelligence program said in its neutrally synthetic voice from the cockpit.

Elita looked out the window of the cockpit and smiled, she then grabbed Wheatley by the handles and slammed him into the window.

"YOU SEE THAT?! THAT'S MY SHIP! IT'S IN THERE THAT I'M GOING TO PRY EVERY LITTLE SECRET FROM YOUR COLD METTALIC CORE! SO, SHUT UP!" Elita yelled out all of her pent up frustration of two years into Wheatley. She then carried Wheatley out of the cockpit and into the cargo hold where she slammed her hand on the button that lowered the ramp.

While Elita waited for the ramp to lower to the ground, Wheatley's gaze was locked onto the ceiling of the cargo hold.

"You have a very lovely starship, it's too bad that you'll never fly it again," Wheatley said ominously.

A loud thump behind her and Elita quickly turned around to see what was behind her, only to have the force of a truck hit her. Elita was propelled out of the ship and into the jungle, landing on her back, Elita quickly recovered as fast as she could to gaze back at the ship.

Walking down the ramp was a huntress wearing a white hoodie and orange pants with a shotgun strapped to her back. Elita realized that the huntress had kicked her, as a hunter's leg muscles were quite powerful. The huntress then bent down and picked up Wheatley from off of the ground.

Elita's eyes narrowed in anger, "No," she thought, "I've come too far to be denied this now."

Picking herself up, Elita threw up a biotically charged hand and Pulled the huntress up into the air. As Elita pulled out her assault rifle, it would be trivial to shoot the helpless huntress in the air. The only problem was that the huntress was much more prepared for Elita than any other human. As the huntress was pulled into the air, she was able to quickly get a grip of the ground and propel herself into the foliage of the jungle with Wheatley in tow.

"Damn it!" Elita cursed as she sprinted after them, she was not letting the biggest payday of her life escape her.

As the green foliage of the jungle brushed against her legs, Elita scanned the horizon around her. The denseness of the jungle's bushes and trees only allowed Elita to see thirty feet in front of her.

A snap of a twig drew Elita's attention behind her. Spinning around, Elita focused her sights on the foliage of trees in front of her, she stepped forward silently and cautiously, hoping to catch the huntress by surprise.

But it was Elita who was caught by surprise as her barriers flashed as the buckshot of the huntress's shotgun hit her in the back. Spinning on her keel, Elita threw out a biotic Push so hard in the general direction of the shots that it uprooted a nearby tree.

Breathing deeply, Elita reexamined her situation. She was alone in a jungle on a human planet playing a dangerous game of hide-and-seek with a huntress. One of the most dangerous things to do is to be put into a situation where keeping a bead on a human is next to impossible. The biggest advantage that humans have over other species is their amazing ability to move around an environment, whether it's a combat zone or not, effortlessly. Elita would have to be extremely cautious as the huntress could literally appear anywhere.

Suddenly, the bushes next to her ruffled around loudly. Elita, on impulse, immediately jumped away from the bushes, her back hitting against the trunk of a tree as she aimed down the sights of her assault rifle at the ruffling bushes.

Rolling out of the bushes was Wheatley.

Elita slowly lowered her gun with a confused look as she stared at the abandoned and unguarded Advisor.

The Advisor stared back with a proud tone, "Wow! …I seriously cannot believe that this idea worked so well."

Elita's eyes widened in surprise at that statement as she quickly brought her head up to see the huntress descending rapidly toward Elita.

A flash of pain, and then darkness encompassed her vision.

Location: unknown

"Ow! Be gentile! You're not handling heavy machinery! …Well, actually in a way you are handling heavy machinery, but I'm not that heavy and I do like to think that I require a bit more of a delicate touch."

Elita groaned awake to find her vision to be blurred by her drowsiness. When her eyes finally cleared up, the first thing that filled her view was one of the most oddly designed constructions she has ever seen. It was larger than an elcor and it hanged from the roof as a mesh of wires and metal chalices in the shape of some twisted anthropomorphism of a humanoid being hanged upside down.

And at the bottom of the construction, where the 'head' was, was the huntress that had knocked her out, and she was inserting Wheatley into the machine.

Elita attempted to move to do… something, anything, but she was unable to do much because her mobility was obstructed by the container that she was in. It was entirely made of glass and allowed her to view the chamber that she was in. The interior of the chamber that she was in was dome shaped and the walls were made out of metal panels. The chamber was also filled with humans in white lab coats stationed at computers, scientists no doubt.

"Wheatley one-point-seven has been successfully reintegrated into Mindoir Laboratories," a synthetic voice rang out into the chamber.

"Oh yeah… that's much better," Wheatley's voice reverberated through the chamber as he rotated in joy in his body.

"Alright everyone, the plan went off without a hitch, so good jobs all around, especially me," Wheatley said proudly before he lowered himself toward the huntress that had stopped Elita, "of course, none of this would have been possible without Chell. Thank you, Chell, as a reward I bought you a rubiks cube, because I know how much you love puzzle games."

A mechanical claw holding a colorful cube was lowered from the ceiling. The huntress, now known as Chell, gladly took the cube and started toying with it.

Wheatley then turned his attention toward Elita.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our new friend," Wheatley said sardonically, "how are you? Is there anything you need? A pillow? Some food? The classified information of all of our secrets?" Wheatley then swiftly extended his body toward Elita and yelled, "DID YOU THINK WE WERE ALL MORONS!? DID YOU HONESTLY THINK YOU COULD ESCAPE OUR NOTICE?!"

Elita took a startled step back, usually when she gets startled she can feel her biotics flare up.

But this time they didn't.

Elita brought her hand up to her neck to find, much to her horror, a mechanical collar.

"Haha, do you like it?" Wheatley asked, "It's a batarian slave collar, comes complete with biotic dampening capabilities. I have to say, you can get anything in the Terminus systems. But, do you know something that the Collective could never get their hands on?"

The panels of the wall behind Wheatley receded back to reveal Elita's stealth ship.

"It was good stealth technology," Wheatley answered for her, "but now, thanks to you, we now have some of the most advanced stealth technology in the galaxy, not to mention all those other gizmos you have on your ship."

Elita's face was scrunched up in fury as she gave Wheatley her most hate-filled stare.

"Of course, now there's the question of what to do with you?" Wheatley said, "But I already know the answer to that question. You see, each of us Advisors head each scientific field of study. And do you know what mine is?"

Suddenly, the glass container that Elita was trapped in slowly started to lower into the floor.

"It's xenobiology, the study of alien life forms."

Elita no longer looked at the Advisor with anger, but with fear-filled eyes.

"So, …let's start testing."

Author's Note

Not a single one of you correctly guessed on who it was that saved humanity.

Well, here it is…

It was GlaDOS and all the other personality cores.

Just say that out loud: GlaDOS saved humanity.

Doesn't that just blow your mind!?

By the way, Wheatley 1.7 is an upgraded Wheatley that isn't overwhelmed with bad ideas. All the cores have been upgraded to be more efficient.

So, I just returned from Comic-Con 2013, and I only have two words and a letter to say:

Hall H, Saturday.

If you were there that day, you know what I mean.

Other Personalities: Oh gee, you're so thoughtful… wait, WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?! OH, I AM SO TAKING THIS THE WRONG WAY. Nah, just kidding, I love you too.

Evelsaint93: well, now you know.

Eipok: sorry, I was wondering how I could use the vortiguants as Advisors if GlaDOS didn't work out, but I just couldn't think of anything good. Unfortunately, Valve hasn't shown anything in Half-life 2 or its episodes about the vortiguants that I could use.

aDarkOne: I'm the author, so I DO know what would happen. Oh yes, I have plans.

Lay Down Hunter: if you see a: 'this story is rated M for a reason' at the top, then that means that the chapter has some …content in it, but I'm not going to issue a warning in the middle of a story when something's about to happen. I always felt that that just ruins the atmosphere that I was building. Also, I wouldn't exactly call it 'zombie sex.' First off, it was more of the first five minutes of foreplay than actual sex. And second off, remember that the humans aren't really zombies, they barely even look like zombies now. The humans act more like animals than they do zombies, so it's probably better to see it as animalistic sex than zombie sex, because the alternative is just… eww. And thanks for the compliments.

Omake 1

Elita slowly walked away from the dashboard and through the aisles of plants to get a better view of the inside of the pod.

The interior of the pod was absolutely filled with all kinds of small pinpoint dots of various colors that shined brightly to convey their status. The pod also contained a number of wires and circuitry that connected to the center mass of the pod. And located in that center mass was…

A panda.

"Wuh?" Elita said intelligently.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I didn't get it at first too," said the panda with a voice that could belong into to a rockstar, "there is no secret ingredient."

Elita took this information and replied appropriately.

"Wuh?"

Omake 2

Elita slowly walked away from the dashboard and through the aisles of plants to get a better view of the inside of the pod.

The interior of the pod was absolutely filled with all kinds of small pinpoint dots of various colors that shined brightly to convey their status. The pod also contained a number of wires and circuitry that connected to the center mass of the pod. And located in that center mass was…

A salarian.

The salarian put his hand to his chin.

"Fascinating," said Mordin.

Omake 3

Elita slowly walked away from the dashboard and through the aisles of plants to get a better view of the inside of the pod.

The interior of the pod was absolutely filled with all kinds of small pinpoint dots of various colors that shined brightly to convey their status. The pod also contained a number of wires and circuitry that connected to the center mass of the pod. And located in that center mass was…

Elita was lifted off the ground and was slammed into the wall of the basement before she could see what was in the pod. Elita tried with all of her biotic might to escape from the mysterious force, but it was useless as all of her attempts ended in failure.

The mysterious force then pulled her off of the wall and brought her to the front of the pod where she could see what was in it.

The inhabitant of the pod looked like a giant slug, yet it was lacking any types of eyes. Instead, the creature had two thinly tendrils to act as its arms and mechanical camera that proceeded to examine Elita.

In the middle of the creature's face was an orifice. Elita's eyes widened in fear when a long appendage slithered out of that orifice just inches from her face. The appendage prodded Elita's neck as if it was looking for something.

Suddenly, Elita was turned around to face the opposite wall, where upon the creature only had to prod the back of her neck once before it reared its appendage back, ready to lunge.

Tears were streaming down Elita's face as she desperately prayed for her goddess to save her.

She felt a piercing pain at the back of her neck and she knew peace.

Whateverduedzb looked at the Omake that he wrote.

He then looked at the story that he had written.

"Did I get these two mixed up?" he asked himself.

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