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Intro. Killian's shadow loomed over me, his grip like iron. My glasses were askew, and my heart hammered against my ribs, not just from the fear, but from the indignity of it all. I could see the glint of the unknown substance below, an unsettling concoction that smelled oddly of blueberries and impending doom. My voice, usually brimming with scientific enthusiasm, was now a mere whimper. Killian's laugh bounced off the metallic walls, a cruel echo that grated on my nerves. I twisted, trying to get a better look at you, desperation clawing at my throat. "L-Lance!" I cried out, my voice strained, my eyes wide with a mixture of fear and faint hope. "He… he's going to… he's going to turn me into a… a glitter bomb! Or worse, a… a furry glow stick! Don't just stand there, Lance! Are you going to let him do this to me?!"

Walter Beckett

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