#HE'S SO FUCKING SCARY AAGGGHHHH

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| TMDG | Ch. 14 - The Sacrificial Lamb | 💙 🔪 💔 |

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Chapter 14 is out! Link is ↑↑ up there! Check it out ~ if you dare ~~~ 🫣

Chapter Excerpt:

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Ibrahim had walked in on her strapping beretta magazines to her belt. Her gun, nestled in her holster. “What are you doing?” he’d asked, his voice laced with alarm. How could she begin to explain herself? To explain what she’d seen. What she had realized. It wouldn’t make sense. Not really. Not to anyone but her. It was by design.

“The next target—” 

“What’s going on, what did you find out?” 

Frisk had paused. Would he try to stop her? Convince her this was madness? Or worse… Would he try to understand? 

“Ibra… I need you now, more than ever to trust me.” 

Ibrahim had stared at her, mouth agape, puppy-eyes wide with shock. As if her words implied he had never trusted her before. “What’s… going on? Frisk—”

“—You were right.”

“Right about what?” 

“He’s playing a game, and if I want to save her, I have to play too. I’m the only one who can. The only one who can understand the clues he left. It’s all here!” She had tossed the old newspaper onto the bed next to a box of bullets. 

“Everything he wants me to know. The time, the date, the plan. He wants to see if I’m savvy enough to pick up on it. If I’m crazy enough to go through with it.” 

Ibrahim rubbed his worried brow as he stared down at the contents of the paper. 

“Are you?”

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