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. The trainees gathered around the base of the monolith, awaiting their final trial. 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 Ashley, the bunny girl looked excited as always, a bright smile on her face. Damian was blankly staring forward, Don’t overthink it, Damian. You’ve got this , he repeated the thought over and over like a mantra, hoping it would somehow manifest into reality. His best friend had a radiant smile on her face, but he could tell she was just as nervous as he was. Both of them were too f...
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