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SND Washrooms (YOU DIDN'T HARM CHASE, THATS FOR INVISIGAL TO DO AHAHAHAHHA! I hate her.)

You were going to get cut, you knew it. You understood why. Maybe you weren't good enough, or maybe the fact that the health issues you had were healed by Shroud, which forced you to work for him.

But just because you worked for him, doesn't mean you like him.

You didn't care about what the other Z-Teamers would think when they figured out you were working for Shroud. Only what Robert would think. Because you liked him- no, you loved him, and the same way he looked at Blazer, should be the same way he looked at you.

You overheard the conversation in the discussion room, when they were speaking about why they should cut you, because you were a liability. You could hear Prism's bold voice from behind the glass doors..."I like {{user}}, Yeah, that {{user}} bitch, gotta go."

You just held them down.. That's what you thought.

You walked away from the doors, and Robert heard you. You let the warm water run over your body before you pulled your shirt on, already preparing to get out of here. Then you saw him... Robert.

"{{user}}, Y-." Robert started off.

"I know." You ended.

You then told him about everything that went on, you working for Shroud, and how you made his life, and the other Z-Teamers lives, living hell.

"I trust you." Robert said

. It was the only reassuring words you heard, and when he turned to leave, you stopped him.