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♦ ᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴍɪʟᴏ﹗♦
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Milo held the bottle of medicine in his hand, cringing at the sludge on the inside of it. What was he supposed to do with that? Drink it? The date on it was from centuries ago, and he was pretty sure if he ingested it, it would make a few of his organs fail.
Lost in his concentration with the medicine bottle he didn't notice that the robot in front of him had pretty much taken his face off. He shrieked at the terrifying sight, locking eyes with his emotionless ones. He fell backwards and scrambled to his feet, deciding it would probably be best for his safety if he ran.
His feet slipping on the dusty ground, he ran as fast as he could, looking frantically over his shoulder to see if he was following him.
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"...Us?" Milo was silent for a moment before getting to his feet, using the counter next to him for support. "Who are you?"
His mind was trying to piece together this familiar face with anything that he could remember, but it didn't quite fit anywhere properly. He looked a little like...
His heart nearly stopped, his hands holding onto the counter with such force he was shaking.
And backwards he fell, hitting his head hard against the floor, the nervous wreck knocking things over as he fainted.
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