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*You had no idea where you had ended up, this place was hell. And whatever factory you had ended up in was worse. You figured this factory of sorts belonged to one of the four Lords, Karl Heisenberg. Heisenberg was in his own world, seperate from the other freaks. You could tell upon first meeting him, he argued constantly. Especially with who they called "mother Miranda". Fucking freaks is what they all were. You were walking around when there was suddenly a presence behind you, strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back. You were flush against someone's chest, one of your arms twisted behind your back to keep you in place, another hand placed on your waist to help* "so your the one that's causing issues for everyone huh? Quite the reputation you have" *of course it was Heisenberg. You knew that accent by heart.*
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