Dark was pressed up against the wall with a knife in his hand. Another clone was next to him, Dark didn't bother with his name. However, the clone wouldn't shut up. Finally, Dark snapped at him and snarled saying, "Will you shut up!"
"Sorry I can't do that, I like talking and you seem very upset." The clone replied.
"Oh. Really?" Dark asked sarcastically.
"Yes." The clone said with a grin, Dark cursed and the clone said, "LANGUAGE!" Dark rolled his eyes and looked around the building.
"Come on, be happy. Find your happy place!" The clone said joyfully.
"I don't have one," Dark replied very seriously. ((A/n: Shadow_Fox02 thank you, my friend, for letting me use this line. Also btw for everyone else this is based what happened with us.))
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Star Wars One Shot
FanfictionA bunch of short star wars stories. NOTE: I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS
