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DSCC Pt. 3

He stayed awake all the way to the next morning. In early dawn, he could swear he heard water moving and rustling around. Maybe the thing in the lake finally went away? He wouldn’t know. It’s too early to figure. ~Monster’s POV~ This man, he seemed strange. Of all the things I’ve experienced, including Maxwell, this one was the strangest that night. I saw him, in his eyes. He was tired, frustrated, and lonely. I pitied him as I studied him over, despite the brief viewing the evening allowed us. When he finally looked away, I watched him pick up the fish and scurry back to the light he would need. I watched as he see

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DSCC Pt. 8

The next morning invited a sprinkle of rain. It was slowly going to become a heavy drizzle. Krytha and Wilson were both still asleep, Krytha resting on Wilson’s chest as he held her close to him. A distant rumbling stirred her, and she awoke to the gentle up-and-down motion of her lover’s chest as he breathed in peaceful slumber. She smiled and kissed his cheek before deciding to get up. Quietly and stealthily, she rose from her position and wrapped herself in her garments before heading back out. She looked at the rain which was falling silently onto the things that weren’t under cover. “Looks like I’ll need to

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DSCC Pt. 4

We sat in front of the fire, taking in the inviting warmth that it gave all the way from its core. “You probably wouldn’t have made it, anyway,” Wilson suddenly said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I mean, your leg. The state that it’s in, you wouldn’t have gone very far. Not with that limp,” he said while motioning towards my leg. “Are you saying that I’m weak?” I asked teasingly as I looked at him with a smug. “N-No! I’m not saying that at all. I just, I’m just speaking reality, that’s all,” he stuttered, looking back at me with a shocked f

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Hetalia x Reader: My Life Pt. 1

Reader's POV Today is like any other day. Sitting by myself, no one to talk to, nothing to do. Just sitting here, alone. I waited for the bell to ring, signaling my escape to freedom. Once it did, I gathered my things and headed for the door. I made it out and looked for my friends, Alfred, Arthur, Francis, Ivan, and Yao. It's a bit of a long story explaining how I became friends with them. It all started when I first arrived here..... About 2 years ago..... I had just transferred from another school thousands of miles away in San Francisco. I was a freshman when we had to move for my dad's job across the country. I didn't really have an