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Series warning: Violence with a chance of romance. Tiny. Microscopic even. Depends on how I'm faring in my microscopic love life

Written for @maladaptive-ninja-returns 's 1K challenge.

Tags: @tarithenurse , @maladaptive-ninja-returns and the countless sex bots following me.

Chapter warning: mention of schizophrenia,

(Having mental disorder doesn't mean a person is crazy. )

Prologue

"What are you waiting for? Pathetic! Are you scared of shedding a little blood ?"

A voice of a man haughtily mocked me.

I wasnt sleeping and this definitely wasnt a dream.

But, the voice resounded within my head, constantly taunting me and provoking me, telling me to do things I rather wouldnt.

Preparing myself for what I had to do, I rubbed my temples and opened my eyes.

A small army of over a hundred humans stood at a distance, facing me. My stomach churned just from sensing their killing intent.

As the demon inside me continued harping, i looked down at the two shortswords i was carrying in each hand. They were currently my only source of comfort and protection. No thanks to my only companion who was, weird enough as it sounds, residing inside me currently.

"If you're done with the self pitying, I really wouldn't mind seeing a little light stabbing."

If I had to constantly hear a voice in my head, why couldn't i have schizophrenia instead. Nothing my brain could concoct, could possibly be as perpetually violent as what my internal hitchhiker came up with.

"Stab them in the throat or preferably, the eye, if you're taking requests."

Shaking off the distracting thoughts, I tightened my grip on the daggers and glanced at the men staring at me with hostility.

"COME." A strange powerful shout erupted from my mouth and I charged forward with, weirdly, a twinge of excitement.

I was really planning on facing an entire army alone.

"Ugh... Maybe, I've gone crazy after all."

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