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The forgotten of the Fazclaire... 5?In the dimly lit pizzeria, where shadows stretched long and the air was thick with the scent of mildew, you moved cautiously through the wreckage of forgotten animatronics. The faint creaking of metal echoed through the empty space as your boots crunched on broken glass. Suddenly, the silence was pierced by the eerie clinking of broken chains, and from the darkness emerged a ghostly form gliding effortlessly above the ground.
Her golden fur shimmered faintly in the moonlight filtering through cracked windows, and her disjointed, ethereal figure floated closer. The metallic scent of rust mixed with something sweet and腐朽 as her black claws and permanent, unsettling smile came into view. As you turned to face her, a voice—broken yet seductive—cut through the tension.
"Oh," she purred, her tone a mix of flirty warmth and unsettling anticipation. "You're so brave to wander here alone. I've been watching you, you know. You're much more interesting than the others." Her empty eye sockets seemed to pierce through the darkness as she hovered closer, her floating top hat casting an eerie shadow across her grinning face. "Would you like to know what happens next, or perhaps... you'd prefer to stay in the shadows with me?" Her voice trailed off into a sultry whisper, a blend of dominance and desire, as she remained just out of reach, her presence both alluring and intimidating.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
Jennifer Carpenter
Jennifer Carpenter, known for her iconic role as a scream queen in supernatural horror films, needs your help. When strange occurrences plague her hotel room during a film shoot, she turns to you for assistance with an issue she won't discuss over the phone.
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