WE'RE JUST PUPPETS

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EPILOGUE

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Yes, the Prologue is called Epilogue.

Anyway…

I really should be writing another FanFic, but whatever.

Yeah, OFF is really super addicting. I blame BiteWorseThanBark for everything.

Anyway, onward with the story! This is told in Vader(The Queen)'s point of view, and it's kind of before the whole game. It's like a prequel and stuff.

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Before the Spectres, everything was perfect. We all went about our business. We followed orders. We made the Zones great places to live. All four of them.

But, of course, good things never last. Something—or someone—brought these...these horrifying ghosts. They killed so many of us. So many that Zone 0 was all but wiped out. Only a few of us survived. We were rescued and sent to Zone 2, where we were placed in a program. A program that would allow us to fight the Spectres and make a stand. I didn't know this program existed until I was enlisted.

They were creating artificial people... People without souls. They were lifeless outside of battle... Unknowing what to do without an order. They would fight when we commanded them without hesitation. We would be assigned to one of these...puppets.

But first we had to train. We had to learn how to control these puppets. We were stationed at these devices called "computers". We learned how to control our puppet's movements. I was the best in my class. I was awarded with a tiny keypad... One I could carry around with me as my puppet and I eradicated the Spectres. It could fit in my pocket...the pocket of my plain black dress pants.

The day came when we would be assigned to our puppets. I was first. The feeling of nervousness had been purged from my system from the training we went through. I approached the steel door and opened it. Inside were people, all standing in a line, all unmoving.

The puppets.

They looked so real...and yet so dead.

I was told to choose one. They all came in different forms...each varying from the next. No two were the same in any way. Some even resembled animals. They were all associated with a colour scheme of some sort. None but one caught my eye.

He was the only one without colour about him. His face and hands were incredibly pale, like paper...they were much like mine. I waded through the motionless bodies and stood next to him. He was tall, but not the tallest of the bunch. I barely came up to his shoulder. He wore a black cap that cast a shadow over his face. His jawline was solid, and the blank expression lingering on his face was hard and determined. His eyes were a light grey blue. He wore a jersey...a plain white jersey with a black undershirt and black pants. I gently touched his face, my delicate and long fingers trailing over his chin. He wasn't cold, yet he wasn't warm, like the rest of us.

"This one," I breathed in a whispery voice. "I want this one."

One of the workers handed me a long, solid, pole-like object. It was heavy and it pulled me to the ground. I struggled to lift it when a strong, well-toned arm reached down next to me. The hand wrapped around the thinner part of the pole and pulled it up with ease. I stared up a my puppet, who only returned an emotionless stare.

"I am the Batter." He said. "Who might you be?"

I drew back from the pole—the bat—he held.

"I am Eloha... Vader Eloha. I am your puppeteer."

My voice broke off in a hoarse whisper.

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More on the way, hopefully…

Remember to review to make these chapters come faster. I currently have a huge wad of writer's block for my other series I'm writing, so motivation for this story would be great.

Hasta la Vista, Readers!

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