Emily, I think I'm going to write your story. I've got so many ideas and so, ya know. I'm going to write it by myself. Um, I have to say though, that your story is going to probably be extremely depressing and dark.
Emily: I have this sudden feeling my nightmares are going to be involved.
Yep.
Emily: I'm going to die, aren't I?
Yep.
Emily: *sigh* Can I atleast still have my baby?
Sure, but you better choose someone who you think will take good care of him/her. By the way, I don't think you're going to get Cross either. You're probably going to die like me. Miserable, sad and alone. Er, most people in the world, that is.
Emily: Alright.
Clarissa: You're just gonna accept your fate? Are you kiddin me? You're a ******** Crossette and Gahn!
Emily: My fate has and always will be to serve and protect others until I am struck down by another. That's what I intend to do.
Clarissa: >: <
Emily: Let's go then, Clarie.
After you, dead girl.
Emily: >= /
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