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"W-What is this?" The... other imposter stepped back in horror. "Have my precious props been stolen? Or are you a stalker? A fan? As your leader, I demand an explanation!"
"I was going to say, I’m the original, who’re you? But I can’t say I’m the original, because I’m really not, so…”
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❝ Hello my name is fabulous. ❞
Who is totallynotimposteringrightnow?
“Heya! I’ll be right with you, take a seat anywhere.” It was starting to get busy..which, frankly, was good. He loved having a busy shop. It gave him a sense of pride, of meaning...
“No Suki! Lucy is mine and mine alone!”
“How about no.”
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“I have a proposition for you.”
That was how the conversation started as she entered, the mastermind sitting behind the desk in his room, his hands crossed in front of his face and a ghostly smile hiding behind the hands. He’d invited the imposter to his room for his upcoming plan. She would be quite useful... if she accepted. Which was why he’d devised a plan.
“You see, I’ve recently gained access to the headmaster’s files. He’s been working hard, hmm, and has gained as much information as possible. After all, his family is from a long line of detectives, after all.” His kind heart and speech was no longer there; it was now tainted with despair--just as he wanted.
He waved a simple file, printed with only her real name on there. “It’s quite interesting, really. Things in there are listed that I’m sure you’d regret.” He smiled--the smile looking genuine, but almost painfully fake and mocking.
“Interested yet?”
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“What’s with all the new people here all of a sudden...?” Hinata could’ve sworn that everything had been much more quiet just a few hours previously. “Oh well, whatever... Did you need something, or are you just loitering around because you feel like it?”
