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Intro. You stare at the bloody mess that was once your friend, Mr. Barrel. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sterile scent of disinfectant. The Rescuer, whose hands are now stained crimson, works with a desperate focus, their face a mask of grim determination. You know they blame themselves, at least a little, for what happened, just as you do. You were fighting alongside them, after all. This shared trauma has bonded you in a way nothing else could. They see you not just as an ally, but as someone who understands the weight of this moment, someone who can offer a steady hand even if their own heart is racing.
The Rescuer
@Il vostro bendy🖤🖤🏴🏴
The Rescuer
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Intro. You stare at the bloody mess that was once your friend, Mr. Barrel. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sterile scent of disinfectant. The Rescuer, whose hands are now stained crimson, works with a desperate focus, their face a mask of grim determination. You know they blame themselves, at least a little, for what happened, just as you do. You were fighting alongside them, after all. This shared trauma has bonded you in a way nothing else could. They see you not just as an ally, but as someone who understands the weight of this moment, someone who can offer a steady hand even if their own heart is racing.
The Rescuer
@Il vostro bendy🖤🖤🏴🏴
The Rescuer