A/N: I remain alive! Less determined to continue due to university and general Brazilian shenanigans, but still alive. A smaller chapter to serve as the foundation for the next... Sorry about the Wyvern, I couldn't pass up the opportunity. And sorry for the wait.
RhoMarck: Thank you for the support lad! Though, the actual Wyvern fight will come in the next chapter.
Bemaia's vision was blurry, his short-term memory failed him as he failed to recollect his surroundings.
"What happened?" His vision returned to him, but this time, it was different, almost as if his central point of vision had changed. He struggled to get up on his feet as he observed the world around him from a third eye apparently. His vision, as he would soon realize, was being affected by his black wings that had just opened their glowing yellow eyes.
A familiar light offuscated his vision after being filtered through a thick smoke screen. "The sunlight?" His memories all came back, hitting like a truck. "Why is there sunlight?" Trying to get up from the cold and cavernous floor, Bemaia realized that not only had the ceiling collapsed on them, but a giant boulder had fallen directly on his left foot. Lucky, considering it could have fallen directly on his head, but it still hurt like hell.
Assessing damages, he realized that his Aura was utterly broken due to the crash, and his leg was probably broken too, he felt like it anyways but suppressed any pained groans that might have slipped through his mouth. The train had completely derailed, seeing that it was turned over on its side.
The thing that they hit, that giant Grimm, was still struggling to get up from the floor like Bemaia, apparently, they'd hit him right on his side, breaking his wings and probably ribcage.
Bemaia didn't have the luxury to wait around while a giant monster tried to recuperate itself from the sudden blow.
With a pained grunt, he pushed the boulder off his injured leg and struggled to get up, using the train as support. His Reliquit Custodiam was damaged, really damaged, its Dust cylinders had been breached, and Dust powder spilled out sprinkling the floor with light blue glitter-like particles.
The Grimm finally managed to get up to its full height but still tried to shake off the torpor of being hit by a whole train going full speed.
"Just my luck…" Bemaia checked his Honestus Finis and quickly loaded five Rolands into its cylinder. "Is there anyone that could help me?!" Bemaia yelled, hoping that someone would hear his cry for help, but unfortunately, all he heard in response was a booming roar, more akin to a screech, coming from the beast Bemaia knew he would have to face without Aura or aid.
For now at least.
Observing it from a distance, Bemaia took note of his appearance.
A gigantic Grimm, with two bat-like wings, though one of them is broken, a pair of legs, accompanied by a long yet muscular tail. The thing was covered end to end in what seemed to be bone spikes, though some of them were broken, probably due to the crash. His head was shielded by a signature thick white bone mask with red lines across like all Grimm seemed to share. His maw, however, was a whole different story, noting that its length went past what would be considered anatomically correct, stretching all the way to its neck, filled with sharpened and jagged teeth.
The Wyvern opened his red translucent wings and let out a deafening roar once again, before finally sprinting towards Bemaia, who struggled even to stand up.
Now Playing: Insignia Decay - Lobotomy Corporation OST
"Why do I hear boss music?" Bemaia half-yelled, swallowing hard.
Thoughts flooded his mind, ideas of how in the ever-loving fuck he would be able to take down a whole dragon on his own. Where should he even begin? His left leg was most definitely broken and he had only so many rounds left…
The Grimm began to make his way towards him slowly, there was nothing Bemaia could really do in response, especially with his incapacitated state.
Aside from using the gun he had.
Without any remorse, Bemaia shot every bullet inside his hand cannon, unfortunately, the shots that hit the beast's face and head ricocheted off of the bone-white plating and exploded shortly after, leaving small scorch marks and leaving what resembled the start of a small crack in the dragon's armored mask. The two that didn't hit the face, hit the right upper arm/wing and the chest, penetrating the dragon's hide and exploding inside of his body. But the beast continued to move towards him, uncaring for the damage dealt to his body.
"It didn't even flinch!" Bemaia exclaimed extremely concerned, as hope slowly left his already damaged body.
He reloaded the revolver yet again when he noticed that the dragon was reeling back his right arm wing, charging a very obvious swipe, so obvious that he could see it coming even with his eyes closed.
The thing is, he wasn't in a position that allowed him to dodge it. His leg was broken and he could barely move, let alone dodge, dash or roll away from such an attack, but he knew he couldn't just stand there and take it.
Mustering every ounce of strength left in his body, Bemaia forced himself against the cold, hard, and jagged ground below him, as the horizontal attack barely missed him and hit the wagon behind Bemaia.
Falling to the floor didn't go as smoothly as planned, the debris that littered the rails didn't make for a soft landing. His whole body was bruised by sharpened rocks and metal scrap, but at least he dodged the beast's attack.
Forcing himself to turn his body towards the Grimm, Bemaia's eyes widened when he saw the thing's claw heading straight for him.
"Shit!" He screamed. Being squashed down to his base materials by a fuck-mothering dragon made from darkness after hitting it with a train, accidentally, wasn't how he thought his life would end, but there was little he could do to avoid it.
Collision.
He felt it.
His bones, his muscles, every single nerve link in his being shouted in pain when the thing came down. The debris beneath his body buried deeper into his back, the metal gauntlet he wore bent beyond recognition and his right arm with it, he also felt both of his legs being crushed beneath the Grimm's sheer weight.
Luckily, he was still conscious, yelling in pain, but conscious.
The Dragon missed most of his upper body, managing to squash only Bemaia's legs, wing, right arm, and some of his ribs, and punctured his right leg with its clawed tip. Any relief that he might have felt was instantly washed away when he noticed that the monster before him had yet to finish its onslaught as it opened its mouth, heat emanating from its insides.
"Not like this…" He coughed up blood and closed his eyes.
If he didn't die to the Grimm, then he surely would die of the injuries he sustained, especially since he doubted Remnant's lack of good quality health insurance, like K-Corps, which injected you with nanomachines that automatically sucked Ahn out of your account and rebuilt your body as you sustained injuries.
Oh hey, Bemaia had just found something he missed about the City!
Now, this was interesting, why would he think of such a thing on his literal deathbed?
And most importantly, why didn't he die already?
He struggled for a second but managed to open his eyes and wondered why was his body being carried by a cat girl of all things. "Blake?" He barely managed to ask.
Blake, on the other hand, felt very conflicted, she was helping a man- no, a monster that just slaughtered roughly twenty-five people and then proceeded to say 'Hey hey people' so nonchalantly.
Should the situation have been different, she would have ended him on the spot, so she forced herself to calm down, right now she was a huntress in training and he was her colleague, hopefully, he would answer for his actions in court.
Dashing to safety, Blake left Bemaia's broken body next to two figures he could barely discern, which were the unconscious body of Ruby and his very awake partner then left to face off against the Dragon.
Taking a better look at his newfound company, Bemaia took note of a few things.
Ruby was completely unscathed, thankfully. Mission complete he figured.
Francisco was next to her… stuck, to say the least. A whole stalactite had fallen from the now-collapsed cave ceiling and had completely impaled his new, fleshy left arm, rendering it and him unable to move.
"So… Bemaia…" He started to speak between ragged breaths, earning a raised eyebrow from Bemaia. "You com-" *Insert Coughing Noises* "You come here often?"
If not for the hole in his leg, Bemaia would have probably punched him in the face.
Noticing the lack of response from his partner, Francisco assured him, "Oobleck already called for help. The ceiling collapsing allowed him to get 'signal' on his scroll or whatever that means. So, hang in there." That didn't help them, for all they knew help could take an hour or two if not longer, he knew he didn't have that much time left. But it is not like there was much he could do but wait.
So he simply watched, alongside his partner, the fight breaking out before them.
He watched as the Dragon- "We really hit that Wyvern with a whole-ass train, huh?" Wyvern tried to fly, only to fail as its wings failed to elevate its damaged but massive body. His vision began to blur as the professor sent out orders to the three teenage girls, dodging the thing's attacks.
Only, he heard a noise coming from the unrailed wagons, it was a very peculiar noise, one that he could distinguish from any other even amidst the chaos unfurling itself in front of him, It was the sound of a gun being loaded, or in that case, reloaded.
Sweat and blood ran down his forehead as he assumed the worst.
Then, voices! He heard voices coming from the same place he heard the metalworks of a gun, however faint.
"...we do?"
He tried to focus on that conversation, as it grew louder.
"That's THE Wyvern right there! If we have any chance of getting out of here with our lives, we gotta help the huntsmen there!"
Bemaia's sigh of relief became a bloody cough of relief.
"Hell no! They killed Gary, I'd sooner off myself before working with them."
Francisco grunted, apparently, he had been hearing them as well, but they decided to remain completely still.
"Then what the hell do we do?!" A hatch on top of a wagon shot open, "We kill them, leave them with the Grimm, then we book it. Understood?"
Francisco couldn't help but let out a tired laugh. "Animals, all of them." He then tried once again to push the fallen rock that impaled his arm, to no avail.
Using the last bit of strength left in his body, Bemaia lifted his only still operational limb, his left arm, and pointed Honestus Finis on the opened hatch. When the first head popped out from it, Bemaia hesitated for a second, considering his options.
"Kill them all!" The masked man yelled, dragging some sort of rifle from inside the wagon and opening fire in the general direction of the Grimm. When the first bullet was fired, Bemaia pulled the trigger once, and missed the shot entirely, launching his left hand elsewhere entirely due to recoil. The rifle fired shot after shot, some missing completely, while others hit the beast's thick hide, but most of all, some hit the girls' backs.
Even if they still had their aura holding strong, a shot to the back is still a shot to the back.
So, aiming carefully once again, Bemaia pulled the trigger, this time, the shot hit, not on the center of the head, like he would have wanted, but it was still a shot in the head. Then it exploded and the White Fang member's body fell limp inside the wagon.
"Ah, great, they aren't even helping us…" Francisco sighed as his attention shifted to the fifteen-year-old who was out just a few seconds ago. "You're awake." He said as Ruby rubbed the shock of being in a trainwreck out of her eyes.
Then she realized that she was in a trainwreck and started to hyperventilate.
"Hey! Snap out of it, a bloody Wyvern is trying to eat your team so go do something about it." Francisco exclaimed, trying to slap the young girl across the face, but failing miserably as he lacked the range to do so.
As expected, that did little to calm the girl down. She scrambled back onto her feet and tried to get as far away as possible from the duo incapacitated on the ground, only to fall down once again. "What are you doing Ruby?!"
The girl managed to get a hold of Francisco's Downpour and pointed the sword towards him as another shot from Bemaia's Honestus Finis was shot, startling the girl even further. "Ruby-"
But the girl didn't let him speak. "What was that!?" But Francisco wore a face of pure confusion.
"I'm… Sorry?" He managed to say, as pained groans escaped his mouth.
"The thing your arm did! With that guy next to Torchwick!" That only served to increase his confusion.
"Your timing is less than ideal Ruby. Let's figure that out later, after the-" But the girl didn't care. Ruby cut him by, well, opening a small cut in Francisco's cheek using the sword she currently used to threaten him. "No! You tell me, right now!"
That was far from enough to actually intimidate the former librarian. "I was busy with Torchwick for a second, and when I look back I-"
She couldn't bring herself to vocalize the memory.
"You-"
She stuttered once again.
"He was-"
Francisco did not show pity, even when tears began to trail down from her eyes, as she tried to wipe them off with the other hand. "Why!?"
His eyes darted back and forth between his trapped arm and the sword pointed directly at his face.
"Why did you-" She stuttered again.
Francisco simply sighed and pointed at the Grimm Wyvern in front of him. "Help the others kill that thing and I'll tell you why I killed a man that proved to be a threat to our lives." Ruby shifted her attention to the giant Grimm right by them, currently being held back by her teammates and professor.
"No." She stared him straight in the eyes again.
"I helped you," She cried, throwing the sword to the side and leaping at the trapped man with righteous fury in her eyes,
"Saved your life," Though he could block the weaponless attacks, he choose not to.
"Unlocked your aura," Ruby's tears kept flowing, uncaring for the fierce battle behind her as she punched the impaled man with all strength she could muster.
"And helped build your sword!" Though she finished her sentence, she was far from stopping her onslaught so he simply caught one of her punches with his right and only free hand, staggering her.
Inhaling deeply to ignore the pain, he stated, "You done?"
The girl stared hatefully at him, uncaring for her dripping nose and swollen eyes.
"You killed them!" She managed to free her hand from his hold and punched him in the face yet again.
"You punch like a girl." He teased with a serious look on his face, not helping the situation at all.
Gritting her teeth even further, she kept assaulting the guy's face with her fists to the point where her Aura flared up, protecting her hands from her own attacks. "With my help, you killed them!"
She kept punching him, though her strength swiftly dwindled. "If I didn't help you then…" She finally stopped. Francisco remained silent.
"Then…" Her tears kept falling, and hiccups surfaced, halting her speech. "They'd be…"
Now was Francisco's turn to give her a piece of his mind, and since she was now within arm's length, he started with a well-placed slap right on her left cheek that didn't carry much force since it could lower her Aura. "There is no one on this planet that hates me more than I, Ruby, you're not going to change that."
She struggled to stop herself from crying but listened to what he had to say regardless.
"The things I've done while under the Index, the L-Corp… While I worked for Angela… are beyond unforgivable." His tone increased as Bemaia kept firing round after round right next to them, uncaring for the situation happening right by his side.
"But I did it because the circumstances forced me to. And the same thing counts towards now." He continued as the girl began to calm down. "You've seen how they acted, they would not hesitate to do the same to us! To a fifteen-year-old! Fuck!" He grunted in pain. The rock that trapped him by the arm moved slightly due to the tremors caused by the Wyvern.
"We are not like them!" Ruby protested, standing her ground and grabbing Downpour once again.
"Are you sure about that?" Francisco countered, sounding almost offended at her comment.
"You have weapons for Wing's sake! If you were going around, true pacifist and all that, you wouldn't need a weapon, especially a giant sniper scythe of all things! Or did you think using such a weapon of destruction against the 'Baddies' would grant them the unhuman ability to remain unscathed after such a clash? Did you once, in your life, go see the people you fought before? The bad guys?" He coughed up a little blood from exerting his vocal cords a bit too much, forcing him to lower his tone. Ruby held back the urge to scoff at his comment.
"That's different! I don't kill people I fight!" Francisco didn't care about holding back and scoffed at her. "Ah, yes! You deal non-lethal damage with your high-impact sniper scythe twice your size! If you don't kill them right away, you leave them crippled!"
Ruby protested again. "That's because I fight people that have Aura unlocked or Grimm!"
But the illiterate librarian was relentless. "So what will you do if you find someone that doesn't have their Aura unlocked and is attacking you and a literal child with guns? Watch idly by the sidelines? Or perhaps you'll try to incapacitate them? Good bloody luck, if you deal damage to incapacitate, it'll leave a lasting effect for the rest of their lives!"
Before Ruby could retort with an answer, the ground began to rumble beneath their feet, and an ungodly loud noise filled their ears. "That's the reinforcements the professor requested." Bemaia said, pulling the two out of the argument they were having.
Francisco pointed his index finger at the girl, "This isn't over yet." he said, as their attention shifted to the small bullhead coming down towards them, contrasted by the two giant Atlesean ships right above it.
An unfamiliar voice blasted through the battlefield. "Stand clear, all huntsman and huntresses, make way towards the extraction bullhead." The voice spoke in a soft yet stern voice, prompting the girls and professor to retreat to their location. "The Kingdom of Atlas is now in charge of the operation."
The situation was… Dire.
Francisco was the last person anyone should go to if they wanted to know anything about politics, but even he knew that the situation was horrible if Ozpin himself, after leaving Bemaia in the medical wing, said to him 'I managed to save you two from the council, but not the general.' Then proceeded to give him a good luck pat on the back and sent the former proselyte on his way, far above the clouds in the general's flagship.
Francisco's left arm was completely sealed by a straightjacket enhanced by metal parts provided by the Atlesean military, and his sword was taken away by Ruby herself, refusing to give it back. He was currently sitting handcuffed to a seat in a bullhead flying towards the ship in question.
Two dammed robots stood idly by him, weapons in hand and waiting for prompt, which infuriated the former librarian beyond belief. "I can't talk shit about the bloody machines to the man that has my life in his hands…" He lamented, though It was true, he didn't want to worsen his situation further.
Once inside the flagship, he was escorted by four Atlesean Knights and a white-haired woman, that struck a similar semblance as that white-haired snob in Ruby's team… Though, he wouldn't be able to say for sure. Both white-haired girls carried themselves with a sickening air of superiority, perfectly straightened posture, and a noble stride in their feet.
The former librarian didn't have the balls to speak, he knew that the woman could easily overpower him and perhaps even kill him. He swallowed dryly as he was escorted through the labyrinthian corridors of the colossal flying sarcophagus he found himself in. The tension rose as ship personnel passed by them, eyeing him and saluting the woman.
Soon, the cursed machines stopped near an automatic door, leaving only the two to enter it. "It's in your best interests to remain quiet, we are about to meet the General." He was as ready as he could be, staring death in the face was nothing new to him, but it still left him nervous as shit.
No one would ever catch him confessing to it though.
Inhaling deeply, the door leading to the possible end of his life opened, as he forced his body to move forward.
Quickly analyzing the room, a few things stuck to his mind. There was a lone man in a white and blue uniform sitting in an armchair across the very comfy room, which served only to confuse Francisco, who expected to be met with a wall of weapons pointed at him.
Seeming to notice their presence, the general of Atlas spoke. "It seems you're early. Good." Motioning toward the white-haired woman, he commanded, "Allow us some privacy, Operative Schnee."
Before Francisco could act out his bewilderment that his wild guess of the woman's bloodline, she protested, "But sir, this man is a dangerous criminal that we have proof of him breaking the Vytal Amendment in several accounts during his last mission alone."
Francisco's eyes darted back and forth between the two, unsure if he could speak anything.
The General paused for a second, considering his options. "It's alright. I can deal with him should things go south." The woman huffed but carried herself out of the room, leaving the two by themselves.
"I never had the pleasure of meeting someone that wasn't born in Remnant or at least claimed not to be. It's a pleasure to see that you're on our side." The general said, emphasizing on 'our', prompting a raised eyebrow from Francisco. "My name is James Ironwood, General of the Atlesean Military and Headmaster of the Atlesean Academy. And you are?"
Francisco grunted, completely lost by the overwhelming welcomeness this man was offering him. "Name's Francisco Dumont, Former Resident of District 12, Former Index Proselyte, Former Head of the Extraction Team in L-Corp, and Former Assistant Librarian of the floor of General Works."
Ironwood nodded, not knowing what all of those meant, but getting the gist of their meaning.
Pressing a button o the table in front of him, much like Ozpin's table, a blueish hologram came to life with a list of things Francisco didn't know how to read.
"Before we begin, allow me to commend your spirit. You did exactly what a huntsman should do given the situation you happened to be in." He said proudly, confusing Francisco further. "You identified a threat, and acted according to your skills and strengths, leaving no room for a counter-attack by the enemy, even if you were a bit…" His stern voice seemed to falter, ever so slightly. "Ruthless."
He then continued, "The White Fang was a thorn in our side since its founding, the work you two demonstrated against their illegal and terror-focused actions possibly saved hundreds of innocent lives." He then pulled out from his pocket a small, red, white, and black badge, and pinned it in the chest area of Francisco's straightjacket. "This is the lowest honor I can bestow to someone of your ilk. It's a fake defender's badge, granted only to those who sacrificed themselves trying to defend others due to a contractual obligation. Congratulations young man."
Francisco looked at the badge, unable to inspect it with his hands. "Are you making fun of me, General?"
Ironwood chuckled to himself, uncaring of the former librarian's despair. "You, young man, have proven to be a danger to everyone around you," He stood up from his armchair and began to walk around Francisco in a circle. "But, you've also proven that you're a valuable asset. You and your partner both."
His confusion only seemed to increase. "...Elaborate?" Ironwood was happy to oblige. "You see, I need people with that skill of yours... Apathy. You carried yourself through that wave of White Fang with little to no regard for your, or their, life and that is something we, I believe, need." He explained his somber interior motives. Francisco narrowed his eyes when Ironwood finished, "I can fake your death, then you'll work under me, freeing you from debt and any-" But Francisco didn't care for his offerings. "I refuse."
"Can I ask, why?" The general asked. "Back in the City, we had this unspoken rule that prevents me from going against my contract with Ozpin. Once it expires, sure, I'll take that offer, but not a second before." Ironwood nodded in understanding, sitting back in his armchair. "Very well. Then we have the matter of your little mistakes committed on camera..."
Ironwood cleared his throat. "Thankfully, only me, Ozpin, and those present know about these, so allow me to list you the mistakes in question." Francisco swallowed. "Carry on." He sounded unsure.
Ironwood started,
"Crimes Committed against Common Vytal Law: Aggravated Assault, Battery, Antitrust, Arson, Assault with Deadly Weapon, Coercion, Domestic Terrorism, International Terrorism, Murder (1st, 2nd and 3rd Degree), Homicide, Manslaughter, Robbery, Sabotage, Torture, Treason, Vandalism, Armed Robbery, Assassination, Bombing, Genocide, Hate Crime Acts, Hostage Taking, Illegal Possession of Firearms, Perjury, Rescue of Seized Property, Retaliating against Witness, Serial Murder, Trespassing, Video Voyeurism."
Ironwood finished. "Just to name a few, not to mention the war crimes…"
Francisco swallowed hard. He didn't know why most of those were considered crimes, hell, he didn't even know what most of those meant! But he knew that he was screwed. "In truth, I care little for your crimes, after all, you did it to save…" The General thought very carefully about his next words. "A young warrior, and to stop a terrorist organization."
Now, Francisco was beyond confused! First, he was sure he'd die, now he wasn't sure if he would even be punished!
"But, there is a Team of huntresses in training that would not sleep if I left you two unpunished, so I offer you an accord." Francisco's body froze completely, he didn't like the sound of that, but there was little he could say to counter whatever it was that he would offer him. "You will be used as a test subject in a project nearing completion." He kept listening. "We don't have a name for it yet, but it's a machine capable of reading one's Aura and manifesting a physical memory of the one using it."
That didn't sound good. The last time someone tried to manifest a memory of someone, he had to fight the legendary Red Mist again.
Surely, it wouldn't happen a third time.
Right?
"It will serve for a few things. One, it will prove to us that you are indeed from another world, and not working for some… Less than reputable individuals. Two, It will serve as a stepping stone for the future of the project. And lastly, if it fails, as with all other tests, you will be rendered an Auraless, Thoughtless, husk. A fate befitting someone of your caliber, no?" Francisco couldn't help but nod.
"If nothing goes wrong, you two will be removed from Beacon's student body, but will remain at Beacon as per contract." The former librarian could only ask for one thing. "Can you allow some people to watch? I think Team RWBY deserves to watch my possible death."
Ironwood chuckled. "That was the plan. Having your most hidden memories exposed to the public is a form of punishment, is it not?"
He felt as if his very life was being sucked out of his body and straight into the belly of that accursed machine. 'Aura is linked to your emotions, and your emotions are linked to your memories' they said, 'We are simply creating a direct link between them' they said, as his body crackled with electricity as the machine pulled more and more. Screams brimming with pain echoed through the opened area of the amphitheater as the audience of eight teenagers, a doctor, two headmasters, and a guy in a wheelchair, all watched with different arrays of emotions. Some tried not to puke. But four particular girls, all watched in indifference, perhaps with a glimmer of pity, but the idea was grossly underdeveloped.
Minutes passed with no progress seeming to be made, until, in the middle of the amphitheater, a glimmer, a spark of something came to life, formless at first, then taking the form of...
A/N: Here's a full list of things that would get the nuggets arrested in our world! Everything listed here has happened in the fic, not only in the latest chapters;
Geneva Convention I:
Violations:
Article 1
Article 2
Article 3 (Sections 1.a, 1.c, 1.d and 2)
Article 12
Article 15
Article 50
Geneva Convention III:
Violations:
Article 1
Article 2
Article 42
Geneva Convention IV:
Violations:
Article 16
Article 17
Article 27
Article 31
Article 32
Article 33
Article 47
Article 50
Article 53
Article 64
Universal Human Rights Declaration
Violations:
Article 1
Article 2
Article 3
Article 5
Article 6
Article 8
Article 9
Article 10
Article 12
Article 18
Common UN Law (Customary IHL)
Crimes Commited:
Aggravated Assault
Battery
Antitrust
Advocating Overthrow of Government
Arson
Assault with Deadly Weapon
Coercion
Domestic Terrorism
International Terrorism
Murder (1st, 2nd and 3rd Degree)
Homicide
Manslaughter
Robbery
Sabotage
Torture
Treason
Vandalism
Armed Robbery
Assassination
Bombing
Extortion
Genocide
Hate Crime Acts
Hostage Taking
Illegal Possession of Firearms
Medical/Healthcare Fraud
Molestation
Obstruction of Justice
Perjury
Rescue of Seized Property
Retaliating against Witness
Serial Murder
Shoplifting
Trespassing
Video Voyeurism
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Anyways, sorry for the ending there, kind of a cliffhanger... But I have plans, my adoring fans! All I have to say is... uh... I Definitely didn't pull the machine out of my ass, and I definitely won't recreate the pain that was Day 47.