A tear in reality deposits me into this world. by
Shadow Amber
on 2013-12-17 04:43:00 UTC
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*Dusts self off*
"Ahem."
*Reads off a sheet of paper*
"Agent *******, soon-to-be of the Department of *******, specializing in *******, various *******, and Excessive Violence was a strange person to say the least. This was hardly unusual, as all PPC agents were strange in some way. It was practically a requirement at the nebulous organization run by telepathic plants.
He spent his days reading ‘the good stuff’ as he called it, particularly crossovers. He was perusing the archives for a rather specific crossover when a sense of doom fell upon him. Only one story existed, and every instinct told him not to click it.
His idols, awe-inspiring in every way, were in danger. He knew what to do. He knew da rules. He would be patient. He would wait.
Then, when the time came, he would hunt."
"My time will come, but for now, I'd like to say hello. My two years of Japanese tell me there is a word that means 'please treat me well' but I'm afraid it has slipped my mind. What you choose to call me is irrelevant, I simply am."