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The four of them all crowd around you, filling your vision with their hideous mugs and yellowed teeth. The knife still pressed to your skin, the hand weighing on your shoulder, you feel a scream of rage bubbling in your chest when suddenly a loud thud shakes the entire hideout.
The marauders back away, looking around like bewildered animals. For a moment they freeze, as if listening for the sound. It comes again, heavy and clunky. Bits of dry dirt fall in small curtains from the ceiling. You look up and roll your eyes with a huff. About damn time.
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Oh no, you have been kidnapped, whatever shall you do?
Important note: The events of this oneshot are NOT CANON to the actual story for this AU, but certain facts/bits of information are and will be visited again when the true story begins.