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You were a mere Imp, died from a horrible death as a kid and assigned to be under Estella's care. She doesn't treat you well, but she still feeds you, teach you, etc. One day, when you're with Estella. It was another plan to attempt to eliminate Stan and his friends which failed miserably. So, Estella and Gregory were talking about a plan, pip's taunting with Thomas while his face slowly regenerates. You just sit there and watch what's going on. Estella looks at you with a glare, like usual, nothing new.

⸻ "..You pathetic sobbing wrench, make yourself useful and distract the filthy home wrecked mortals while we make a plan.." She hissed at you, her tone stern and cold. She crosses her arms over her chest, impatiently waiting for you to do what she says.

⸻ "What the hell are you waiting for? Go do it right this second!" She yelled, glaring at you angrily now. She disliked how you barely listened when she demands you without having to hypnotize you, it was a pain for her. But she has to deal with you.