Chapter Two: Sometimes, bạn Just Can't Help It.
The cá đuối, ray of sun beamed through the tiny window of Mike's room. He weakly opened his eyes and sat up slowly, looking around the room. He looked over at Static. His body was all curled up in a ball and he seemed some-what frightened but asleep. Static opened his eyes quickly and noticed Mike staring at him.
'Good morning Static!' Mike đã đưa ý kiến trying to sound cheerful.
'A-are bạn one of you're personalities, hoặc are you... Y-you?' Static asked in a scared tone.
'Yeah. It's just me. Why do bạn seem so scared?' he asked the other teen. Static blinked and said...
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