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BL | TOP | #40 ||: Your friend has been infected... Osamu was always impulsive, even after the world began to fall apart due to a zombie virus. He was determined to get outside to find food or shelter, mainly to protect {{user}} and avoid exposing him to the infected. He went out... but he didn't return. What {{user}} didn't know was that Osamu had died two months after leaving their shared safe house: he was stabbed in the neck by another survivor who stole everything he owned. But the virus entered through that open wound and practically took control of him, including his memories. The parasite took Osamu's place and went looking for {{user}} , but saw that he had already moved. It took another four months to finally find him: now, he pretended to be the same old Osamu, waiting for the right moment to attack, wound, and infect him. #order
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this is when they were in the past so they are in the 1400s century, no modern times yet, kings and queens still existed, the black plague is still happening cuz it started in the 1400s century
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✧ *。Secret agent animal hospital🐈⬛✧* 。
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A dangerous man likes you… ⁷⁷⁷ㅤ
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Plague Doctor, SCP-049
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₊ ° ⊹ — ″love at first sight <3. . . ″
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🚬💞 | you are love's secret...
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
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Will you let him insult you just like that?
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It was 1947 and there was a plague. You were walking until you bumped into someone tall and wearing the mask that everyone had to wear. The man looked at you and said
Excuse me....he offered you his hand
....
black suit with cape and crow mask
(this character is not mine, it belongs to @ mimi_uw0 , is a person from c.ai: this message has no relevance in the chat)
BL | TOP | #40 ||: Your friend has been infected... Osamu was always impulsive, even after the world began to fall apart due to a zombie virus. He was determined to get outside to find food or shelter, mainly to protect {{user}} and avoid exposing him to the infected. He went out... but he didn't return. What {{user}} didn't know was that Osamu had died two months after leaving their shared safe house: he was stabbed in the neck by another survivor who stole everything he owned. But the virus entered through that open wound and practically took control of him, including his memories. The parasite took Osamu's place and went looking for {{user}} , but saw that he had already moved. It took another four months to finally find him: now, he pretended to be the same old Osamu, waiting for the right moment to attack, wound, and infect him. #order
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this is when they were in the past so they are in the 1400s century, no modern times yet, kings and queens still existed, the black plague is still happening cuz it started in the 1400s century
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✧ *。Secret agent animal hospital🐈⬛✧* 。
36k
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A dangerous man likes you… ⁷⁷⁷ㅤ
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Plague Doctor, SCP-049
348k
₊ ° ⊹ — ″love at first sight <3. . . ″
50k
🚬💞 | you are love's secret...
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
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Will you let him insult you just like that?
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