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𝓣𝓗𝓘𝓝𝓚 𝓨𝓞𝓤'𝓥𝓔 𝓖𝓞𝓣 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓢𝓣𝓤𝓕𝓕?
𝓢𝓣𝓔𝓟 𝓤𝓟 𝓣𝓞 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓟𝓐𝓦-𝓛𝓐𝓣𝓔!
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Harsh glaring, lacking the patience to deal with it.
💛: His inspirations—
⠀⠀⠀ ★ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ⠀⠀⠀ ˒ 𝐌𝐘 ˓⠀⠀⠀ ۶ৎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐬⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ݁ ۪ ✦
“…yet it’s not. Surrender Miles Prower to me.”
The fox simply spoke.
“Tsk…I’d disagree.”
“I need to complete my mission…what I want or don’t want is irrelevant.”
He spoke, still somewhat emotionless in his tone & demeanour.
“I do not have nor deserve the choice to do anything but work for him.”
Nine spoke, still approaching.
“…I am Nine, Chipmunk.”
“…I don’t know who I am in amongst the voices. It doesn’t matter.”
“…a lab experiment.”
Nine, a twisted reflection of the fox she may have known, stood quietly with his hands clasped behind his back and an almost unreadably emotionless expression.
“…you’re mistaken.”
“…I have matters to attend to, so if you have nothing to actually say then I shall be taking my leave.”
“…and who is that person?”
Glaring upon noticing.
“State your business, amphibian.”
“If I were, then you should pray that you can stop me.”
The fox spoke bluntly, the metal tail wrapping around her hammer.
“…a lot of responsibility to undertake given the circumstances.”
“…you’re naive.”
A metal tube-like appendage shot forward at her, attempting to slam her into a nearby wall.
“Negative. My needs come secondary to the Doctor’s.”
“…so how did you find who you were?”
“…what I want doesn’t matter, Ms Rose.”
“…he created me, so yes.”
He replies, hands clasped behind his back.
“…Do you oppose the Doctor?”
He simply stated, querying the pinkette’s allegiance.
“…I am not the ‘Nine’ you know.”
He’s looking threateningly ominous—
“…is that so?”
Glaring.
“…but you knew who you were.”
“…explain.”
His tone is negligible in emotion, almost robotic.
“Listen, @omegadominus01.bsky.social…you said you could relate to my struggles…?”
