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The scythe shook his head in disbelief  “I still fail to understand what’s going on in that mind of yours! Cutting my body apart to understand me? And you could have just asked?” Spirit stomped his foot in frusturation. “YOU’RE the one with the problem, If anything I don’t understand you!”

"You're not going to leave me. Ever."

“I’m not bound to you, Spirit.”

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My muse has been having the same nightmare for weeks now and it’s taking it’s toll. Send me “You look exhausted.” for my muse’s response.

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Send “🔒” to lock my muse in a cage.

Bonus:  add where (basement, circus, laboratory, etc.)

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Spirit withdrew the blade from the meisters neck and looked to the ground. “  Maybe, Maybe I wanted to change you because I wanted to feel better about myself.” The scythe shakily reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, trying to recollect all the memories of what had gone wrong between them.

They were so close during school, if not a little ‘too’ close. Not that the two had ever dated or anything. At least, not that Spirit knew of.

“How does wanting to understand me mean cutting me open?”

"You're not going to leave me. Ever."

“I’m not bound to you, Spirit.”

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Spirit grit his teeth and threw out an arm, a large black blade protruding from his skin.

“We were close friends Stein and you betrayed my trust! I was your friend and I thought you had changed!” He pressed the blade to his friends neck, barley grazing pale skin. “I thought I had helped you changed! I cared about you and was the only one who gave a damn!”

The scythe felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. “What am I to you? Am I an  experiment or am I a friend? Am I just a weapon to you?”

"You're not going to leave me. Ever."

“I’m not bound to you, Spirit.”

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The scythe bit his lip and recoiled a little bit. But he wasn’t surprised. Stein had always done things like this.

Madness infected his mind like a parasite, and that sickness had made him cruel. Why else did the meister cut up his own weapon? Why else did he display these violent actions against other students.

But even now, he could feel his own heart drop. Spirit had wanted to hurt the other. But maybe it was himself getting jabbed.

“The trick wit the knife or the one you created since no one wants to work with you?”

"You're not going to leave me. Ever."

“I’m not bound to you, Spirit.”

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Spirit felt his eye twitch. ‘Old trick? What’s that supposed to mean?”

"You're not going to leave me. Ever."

“I’m not bound to you, Spirit.”

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“YOU USED ME AS A STRIPPER POLE GOD DAMNIT. IF THAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN ATLEAST HAND ME OFF TO A HOT WOMAN JESUS.”

"Hey fucking loser."

“Bye felica.”

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“Why you gotta be on lord Deaths dick.’

“Got em.”

"Hey fucking loser."

“Bye felica.”

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“On your own because no weapon could put up with you.” Spirit bit his lip, trying to see if the man’s stony face would show any kind of remorse.

“They’d end up on the end of your knife anyways.”

"You're not going to leave me. Ever."

“I’m not bound to you, Spirit.”

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"Hey fucking loser."

“Bye felica.”

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"But I don’t know anyone who can stand to be around you for long though, I mean, who else will you have to go to.”

"You're not going to leave me. Ever."

“I’m not bound to you, Spirit.”

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"But you not denying that you didn't cut anyone up." He gave the mad doctor the side eye. "Just that they weren't interesting."

Slice open anyone interesting today?

“Unfortunately not, are you volunteering?”

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“No!” The scythe shot back. “I was asking a valid question!”

Slice open anyone interesting today?

“Unfortunately not, are you volunteering?”

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"Hey asshole, long time no talk."

“Ah yes, the best years of my life.”

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“I’m calling the cops.”

"Hey asshole, long time no talk."

“Ah yes, the best years of my life.”

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“Did you just?”

"Hey asshole, long time no talk."

“Ah yes, the best years of my life.”