Whumpee waking up from a nightmare and lashing out at the hands that have grabbed them. Adrenaline crashing in as they kick and scratch and shove, forcing what they think is the whumper onto the floor. Pinning them by the throat and drawing back their fist. According to Critrolestats the only player to deal no friendly fire is Caduceus. For months A has been undercover with the enemy; gaining their trust and learning the secrets while sending the information back to the team, causing them to not be in proper contact with their friends or family. However, when B and the team storm the compound; breaking into an event and opening fire on the enemies; they accidentally catch a in the crossfire. Hey Anon! First of all, thank you, but I am barely a horse—let alone a unicorn. But oh my goodness, thank you again! I hope you have a day like a ginger bread cookie, sweet with just a hint of spice and bitterness that makes the sweet that much more enjoyable.
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