So I found a REALLY old story I found lying around with a bunch of unpublished stuff, based around this story on metabods. I’ve edited it slightly to not be as terrible, but enjoy! I was being followed. I just knew it. I guessed who it was, The Chameleon. The guy who brushes your cheek and controls you and walks off with your form. Although, he didn’t know me well at all.
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