Había una vez 4 niños muy des obedientes los cuales siempre robaban dulces, comida, y cosas de las tiendas. Lo que más les gustaba eran los pasteles de crema, siempre que veían uno sin dudarlo lo tomaban y le daban un pedazo a cada uno y se lo tragaban mas rápido de lo que sonic corre. Un dia un maravilloso olor llego a su guarida llamando la atencion de todo el grupo, uno de ellos propuso ir a ver que era y todos aceptaron como noobs solo porque no era nada artificial como aromatizantes ni nada asi que fueron a ver que era. Entonces vieron a una abuela que vendia pasteles. Lo que ellos no esperaban era que esa bruja era malvada y su ingrdiente principal eran.........
The simulator tower loomed over the training grounds, the smooth, black surface reflecting the sunlight like polished obsidian. For most recruits, the simulator was a symbol of hope, the final step before earning a place on the Monster Control Crew. But to Damian, the sight was like gazing towards a towering giant, challenging him to a duel. Today, he felt its shadow more than ever. A brisk wind swept through the courtyard, carrying the faint hum of machinery from the tower’s core. Recruits crowded around the platform at its base, each clutching their weapons and murmuring nervously. The tension was thick enough to cut with a spear. Recruits were slowly approaching the machine, whispering about their expectations, making bets about who would pass and who would not. Everyone looked nervous, except for Tsuyo, the bunny girl looked excited as always, a bright smile on her face. Damian was blankly staring forward, “Don’t overthink it, Damian. We’ve got this.” His best friend ha...
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