035's P.O.V
He sat up from the corpse he was working on. It was definitely him. "Mask?" He said in a deep, metallic, and cold voice. That very voice could kill. I was truly lost for words. "It's... Been so long..." I said as he nodded his head.
It was quiet for a while as we both stared at each other. "Well... What have you been doing all these years?" I said as I sat down, he sat down right in front of me. "My cure has not yet been perfected... And will not be for years to come..." He responded.
"Ah, so you are still working on your cure, but I want to know what else you have been doing... Seen any good plays? Learn something interesting?"
"Well... I haven't really been doing anything else but curing... What have you been doing?"
"I was stuck for most of the time until I got found by these people... Then they locked me up, so, that was fun."
He giggled and then sighed. "Well, before I knew you were here, I was considering actually leaving the foundation." I said. He hummed. "Well, I say we BOTH leave this foundation!" I said.
"Wait, what? But... There are so many people here to cure! They all need to be saved!" I couldn't help but sigh. "Doctor... Dear doctor.... These people do not care for your gifts, the longer you are locked up, the more your gift is being put to waste-" I started to say, but he interrupted me.
"Mask! I do not care if they hate or love my gift! I care about using it!" He yelled, right in my face. "Dear doctor, it has been decades since we've last seen each other! Why must it start with a fight!?"
"Because the last time we saw each other we were fighting!"
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I crave your Touch (049 x 035) (DISCONTINUED)
Fanfiction(THIS BOOK IS DISCONTINUED, I AM NO LONGER WRITING THIS BOOK.) (PLEASE STOP READING THIS FANFIC ITS HORRIBLE I HATE IT-) (Original art for cover made by; Me! I drew that cover- Then edited it with Wattpad Covers!) It started long ago, when a plague...
