Once we saw that there was another Earthquake around, we decided to find out what was going on. “I can’t believe that there is another me out there.” Earthquake mused.
“At least we know it isn’t you.” I said.
“Maybe there’s only a double of you and Scorch.”
“Maybe, and maybe not, Blaster.” Earthquake said.
I bet there is another Blaster out there. I thought. I started to walk away when Earthquake and Blaster came and followed me.
As we walked, nothing unusual happened. No “Earthquake”, and no “Scorch”, and definitely no “Blaster”. “Why is nothing happening?” asked Blaster.
“How should I know?” I coughed.
Then we heard something. “What was that?” choked Earthquake.
“Don’t know, but I’m about to find out.” I walked toward the sound and found Blaster standing there with an evil grin on his face. Then, in a real accurate British accent, “E’llo. I see that you are the real Scorch of this dimension. My, my will my Scorch be so pleased to destroy you.”
“Who are you and what do you want?”
“Why can’t you see that I’m Blaster? I thought you would know that.”
Earthquake and Blaster came to see what was going on. “What the--another ME??”
“Well you chumps, I’ll be on my way to Bli-I mean Scorch now. Cheerio.” Then he left.
“Why don’t we follow him?” asked Earthquake.
“That’s a good idea, actually. Let’s follow him.” I ordered.
Later that day, when we finally stopped at where I believe was their headquarters, “Blaster” kept walking in. “Should we keep following him, guys?”
“Hmm, yeah, we should. C’mon.” I said.
Once we got inside, I heard some unfamiliar voices. But when all three of us poked our heads into the room, what we saw was us. “Scorch, they are getting suspicious, sir.” “Blaster” said.
“Gun, please. Call me sa pamamagitan ng my real name. We’re not in public. And we might as well take off these ridiculous costumes.”
“Yes, Blight.”
The hedgehog who was suppose to be me washed off his balahibo and it changed to a brown, then he put on a leather jacket, had scares on his stomach, and wore green sunglasses. This can’t be good...
“At least we know it isn’t you.” I said.
“Maybe there’s only a double of you and Scorch.”
“Maybe, and maybe not, Blaster.” Earthquake said.
I bet there is another Blaster out there. I thought. I started to walk away when Earthquake and Blaster came and followed me.
As we walked, nothing unusual happened. No “Earthquake”, and no “Scorch”, and definitely no “Blaster”. “Why is nothing happening?” asked Blaster.
“How should I know?” I coughed.
Then we heard something. “What was that?” choked Earthquake.
“Don’t know, but I’m about to find out.” I walked toward the sound and found Blaster standing there with an evil grin on his face. Then, in a real accurate British accent, “E’llo. I see that you are the real Scorch of this dimension. My, my will my Scorch be so pleased to destroy you.”
“Who are you and what do you want?”
“Why can’t you see that I’m Blaster? I thought you would know that.”
Earthquake and Blaster came to see what was going on. “What the--another ME??”
“Well you chumps, I’ll be on my way to Bli-I mean Scorch now. Cheerio.” Then he left.
“Why don’t we follow him?” asked Earthquake.
“That’s a good idea, actually. Let’s follow him.” I ordered.
Later that day, when we finally stopped at where I believe was their headquarters, “Blaster” kept walking in. “Should we keep following him, guys?”
“Hmm, yeah, we should. C’mon.” I said.
Once we got inside, I heard some unfamiliar voices. But when all three of us poked our heads into the room, what we saw was us. “Scorch, they are getting suspicious, sir.” “Blaster” said.
“Gun, please. Call me sa pamamagitan ng my real name. We’re not in public. And we might as well take off these ridiculous costumes.”
“Yes, Blight.”
The hedgehog who was suppose to be me washed off his balahibo and it changed to a brown, then he put on a leather jacket, had scares on his stomach, and wore green sunglasses. This can’t be good...
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Olivia is a joyful, calm, and somewhat of a goof of a girl. She often flirts, and bothers any boy she likes. Olivia loves to collect stuffed animals. She hates people who back stab.
Olivia a no only superb at hand to hand combat, but also a great marks-woman. She main sticks with matunog na halik and Dizzy, two modified pistols.
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