Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-31148069-20180624180830/@comment-30921738-20180704144613

AHHH AHHH AHHHH STOP COMMENTING AHHHHH

She staggered back. Her head hurt. It was too much information at once. She was't sure who these people were, how they know her, and why they kept taking about dark lard. No, wait. It was Dark Lord. That didn't sound good.

"I'm sorry... I don't..... I think you've made a mistake, I don't... I'm not sure...." She rubbed her aching head. What was going on? Who were these people? She knew their names now, but she didn't know who they were. Why did they keep saying she was dead? Was she dead? Was she a ghost?! She groaned.

"Er..." Cronin muttered. He had no idea what to say. He was pretty sure these people knew the wolf, but she seemed terrified of them.

Mr. Buttons seemed the worse. His face was pale, and he looked devasted. "You don't even know the Dark Lord?" He refused to beleive that she had lost all her memory.

Honestly, the furry cat scared her most. He seemed so terrified that she didn't know him. That just made her terrified. "I... the griffin... he said something about working for.... the Dark Lord?" She stammered.

Cronin flinched. "Wait... hold on, I didn't..." He looked at the cat who said he was called Mr. Buttons. Buttons was now snarling and stalking toward Cronin.

"What. Did. You. DO TO HER!" He hissed. All the other animals surrounding him started growling too.