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"A Roll of Fate" by discardedcrayons
Charloton toiled in her ramshackle room, always the prisoner of someone else's games. Never free. Never to have clarity of a world without someone controlling her every move. This had been her fate for as long as she could remember. As far back as Charloton could remember, she had been under the control of a faceless Moehog known as Grimoiry. She had no idea when or how this came to be her life, but there was a signed contract that Grimoiry whipped out any time Charloton tried to disobey. Today had pushed Charloton to find a way free of her contract. She was tired of being rented out to Faitel to play Fashion Doll for his crumbling fast fashion empire. Charlie was tired of using her power of persuasion to con Neopians into buying the cheap clothes under the ruse of high quality fashion. Ugga Shinies produced higher quality products than Faitel currently did...




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