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He tensed at the situation, his breaths quickening into hyperventilating. He kicked fiercely at the walls, driven by panic.
He sat there, feeling broken. He looked up at the feeling of pressure, expecting someone there to bother him. The tears burned his eyes, and he...
Egg.
He didn't say anything, just cried out in horrified sort of manner. "What the *squee!* have you done?!" Tears immediately started streaking down...
"I love you, too," he said, his voice strong, even though his hands were trembling.
"Alright," he said, obviously a bit nervous. "I'll try to get through it."
"It's okay. I'll be okay," he said, trying to sound reassuring. He sat down, attempting to not look as scared as he felt.
Egg!
Attack of the Egg.
He looked at the scratch, his eyebrows furrowing. He brushed her cheek, his expression full of worry. "Poppy? Are you okay? Oh, God. I'm sorry."
Egg
He approached her, gently holding her arms, his touch light. "Poppy..."
He seemed to get more angry, pulling against the handcuffs. "You need to stop."
His face tried to remain stoic, but his eyes looked horrified, and he shot Miss Burgendy a deadly glare. "Stop this right now."
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He looked at the ground, crossing his arms in frustration. He walked to the guards reluctantly, going back to his cell.
He frowned, breathing heavily with fear. "That's it? I just go back to my cell? Is Poppy okay?"
Francis tried to turn and jump on the creature, wrapping his hands around its throat.
He sat completely still, carefully figuring out where the creature was before attacking.
