Squiddle Story of Devil by CommodoreZeke, literature
Literature
Squiddle Story of Devil
Tokaku liked to think she was pretty imperturbable. It was important in her line of work. A good assassin needed to take whatever complications came up and handle them smoothly.
Even now, she was making sure not to let it show. But it would be fair to say she was a little perturbed.
This was the Black Class? How was this even school? As soon as all thirteen students had got to the classroom, they'd been gassed unconscious, dumped in a warehouse, and finally escorted to some empty field and told to play Red Light, Green Light, of all the damn things. This wasn't a class. If anything, this was recess.
Except for the guns mounted in the walls to kill anyone who made a mistake. Though now that Tokaku thought about it, she had come here knowing murder would be involved, so maybe that part should count as expected.
The giant doll turned its head again and Tokaku stopped on a dime. Of course she did. She was the best. Everyone in this class was... or they were supposed to be, at
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Literature
Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.1
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Tangled Up in Indigo, Part 1 by CommodoreZeke, literature
Literature
Tangled Up in Indigo, Part 1
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