WE WANT SANDRA WE WANT SANDRA
*He grimaced, going pale and covering his mouth and nose.*
“W-Why would you- N-No. You can’t.”
*With some force of magic… the deed was done. There she was, but Kilroy had long gone, running away to a closet in his workroom, rocking himself and crying.*
“Hello?”
*Alone, she was in her more, real self, looking peeved. With company, she was better at putting on a face.*
- The War Profiteer




















