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    Gold fell against the wall, clutching his head. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He tried to keep his eyes shut tightly, but he couldn't as he let sobs wreck through him. He held his hands to his face, letting tears stream down, and stared at the black and white checkered floor.    At once he heard little footsteps getting closer quickly. "Gold? What's wrong?" he heard Chica call out. The blonde girl rounded the corner and stared at him, then ran over and gave him a quick hug. Gold shoved her away quickly, breathing hard. "Gold, what's wrong?" the younger girl whimpered. Two more sets came along, with Freddy and Bonnie peering

Full Name: Facade The Hidden First Name: Facade Subtitle: The Hidden Gender: Female Age: Unknown Hair: Brown with black/blonde streaks Eyes: Unknown Skin: Pale on visible parts Height: Five feet four inches Weight: 100 pounds Clothing: A hoodie with cut off sleeves, skirt, boots ending at knees, bracelet with cat charm and gloves. Strangest wear is mask which is white with black eyes/ black cat mouth smiling. Never shows face. Personality: Quiet and sneaky. Likes to observe people. Plays pranks on people who are mean, going even further to people who hurt friends. Weapons: Two Glock 26's, hidden in hoodie. Dual wields and shoots when needed W

    What had started off as an attempt to clean Eden's face had turned into a full on bath. Ace had to guide her to the bathroom and help her strip down, then had to hand her the soap and washrags. He looked up as a thunk was heard, but Eden said, "My hair is clean, but I dropped the shampoo." He chuckled and went back to checking his map. While other people would rely on a GPS or such, Ace liked living a dangerous life, planning his routes and taking shortcuts. By shortcuts, he meant that he jumped on moving trains and jumped off at certain destinations.    That thought was soon in his head. Eden was blind at the moment, perhaps for the res

    Ace groaned as he sat up, hearing a commotion from outside. Now if you knew Ace well, you would know that he hated to have his sleep disturbed, especially on the weekends. He enjoyed sleeping his troubles away. The gray haired man stood up, jeans gliding on the floor, as he headed to the door of his hotel room. He scooped up his shotgun and made sure it was loaded, then walked into the hall, finally getting outside. He listened for a moment, following the sound of voices. He rounded the corner of an alley to find a group of three men facing a younger girl, who was on the ground. She looked beat and injured. Ace felt a growl rise to the ba