Phoenix was glad to not have emotions. It allowed her to enjoy moments like this.
She just chuckled sadistically. "Good luck with your blindness~"
She walked out happy with herself.
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Confirm
/kənˈfəːm/
Noun
1. state with assurance that a report or fact is true.
2. establish the truth or correctness of (something previously believed or suspected to be the case).
Moxy needed to do this if she wanted to confirm her theory.
She walked down to a certain building with a doll that she knew was perfect for the job. She couldn't tell Ox yet, he might accuse of her of being paranoid.
That was why Moxy needed to get the evidence that she was currently after. Without it, nearly no one would believe her.
But why did she feel guilty about doing this? Why did she feel bad about exposing her attempted murderer?
Maybe because your being petty.. An angry voice answered. You did something bad in the past, and your guilt is onky coming now...
Moxy fekt like that was true. The onky guilt was onky settling now. Why did the voice make her feel like this?
But she had no time to sympathize with Lou, she needed to do this.
As she walked into the house of a doll she both liked and despised, she sighed.
"Alexander?"
Then the dreaded voice. "Hi, Moxy!"
She shivered at how haply he sounded to see her, why did he have to be one of few forensics doll in uglyville?
His eyes screamed hatred to her though, he absolutely despised her. She didn't even know why.
"What can I do for you?"
His tone was spiteful, dejected, and just tired. Like he had been forced to do something and was working himself to the ground.
Why though?..
Moxy knew it would be wise not to ask about it.
"I need a favor.."
His eyes narrowed. "What?"
Alexander had red straight hair, light skin, and green eyes. He was waring a green shirt with red pants, and white trainers.
"Why should I do you a favor?"
His eyes were filled with sick amusement, as if he was enjoying her suffering to know the truth.
"You know, I work flr someone dangerous.." He taunted her. "Someone who doesn't like you.."
Just then, his phone rang. "Hello? Mhmm, yes. She is here. Yes, the dna samples will be there. Your welcome, Ma'am.."
Moxy raised a brow in confusion. "Ma'am.."
"Just a client.." He smiles. "Pretty one, to-"
"Alex, baby?" A new voice reached out. "Why aren't you here yet?"
He covered his eyes. "Oh, shit.."
A new male approached them, he only had his pants on. "Who's this?"
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"Memory Bound." (Complete.)
FanfictionHe stared at the other, surprised at his state. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting like this? How had he changed in such a short time? "What....what did you say?" The other hissed at him. "I asked, who are you?" ***************************...
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