A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

28. Horror

A Hundred of Her Memories

28 – Horror

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Axel handed her a circular package. Carefully unwrapping it, she stared curiously.

The thing had a slab of brown with red and yellow oozing out the sides.

"What…is it?"

"A hamburger," Axel replied.

"What's it made of?" Xion lifted the bread off to look at its contents.

Axel took a bite out of his own burger. "Pickles, mayonnaise, ketchup, mustard and a hamburger patty."

"Hamburger patty?" Carefully picking it up, she took a bite when she heard Axel say,

"Cow meat."

She choked, spitting the food out on the table. "What? They killed cows to make this?"

Axel stared blankly.

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Okay, here's the thing. I had two ideas for this (again) and couldn't choose between. So (again), I shall be posting the second as a one shot. It'll be over the word limit, but it's really sweet. It's under the title of 'To Her Horror, He Fell.'

In Christ,

Timber Wolf