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Lights on. Lights off.
L ights on. Light off. One round of the switch, that can feel like an itch going on and off like that. Lights on. Light off.
Lights off. Light on. The second round that stupid braided girl is playing with the lightswitch. Lights on. Light off.
Lights on. Light off. It's been minutes when the blonde has counted halfway there. That girl better prepare. Lights on. Light off.
Lights off. Light on. He's getting stronger, Poniko can almost ponder as the switch is flickered once again. Lights off. Light on.
Lights on. Lights off. Sixty-four is suddenly there when suddenly- Lights on. Lights off.
He begins to scoff.
It's too late. The girl is dead, she's lost her head. Poniko can only dread as she's changing.
Rearranging .
Poniko is gone. Long gone as a new form is there.
Uboa.
Lights on. Lights off. The lightswitch is not a toy. It's too late. deploy. Lights on. Lights off.