Y/N's POV:
"Almost done, Y/N," Owen said, wiping his hand over his sweaty forehead. I glanced at my arm, now black with white stripes from the suit. A silver bracelet tightened around my wrist. A small green gemstone weighed down on the middle of my hand, a paper thin slot under it. "Ok, try it now," Owen said, sitting back in the chair.
Though he looked extremely tired, his eyes were hungry, like they were expecting the bracelet to make he whole world a better place. I took my two fingers and touched down the gemstone. I then slid my fingers out feeling the weight lift off slight. Out of the slot came a thin layer of green icy looking glass. It was sharp at the end, and along the edges too.
"Wow...!" I whispered.
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Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja xReader/Fangirl: The Last
FanfictionSick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it I'm headed strai...
