Out of the Mist
Where did it go wrong? Mist sat in his chair beside his pet, Fluffy. This clone should have been no different than the rest; it should act, talk, and think exactly like me. But instead, a killer. A deranged, dangerous creature. In every test conducted to reintegrate Mist-722, the test subjects had been killed. Ruthlessly, effectively. It was a hunter.
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It's reader-influenced, meaning you can vote on how the plot goes, and it also affects this story, the Shadow Hunter
Rise of Fluffy is much more humor-infused, so it's a lighter feeling story than this one :D
Anyway read it ;3 Thanks everyone!
yeah thank chu I think ;3
I keep thinking of shadowhunters as in the mortal instruments :) nice keep going