Mlp Fim Flash Games Novels & Stories

He clenched his hands and huffed, "Ingrid, you can't go back—" His speech cut off abruptly as his gaze fell upon the object I was holding. He was stunned to see it. It was a prosthetic leg. Charles mumbled, "You…" I said, "I invested in a medical equipment company a while back. This is their newest model—001. You'll be its first and last owner." As those words left my lips, I smiled warmly at him. Charles slowly let out the breath he had been holding. Then, he smiled too. "This belongs exclusively to me, then?" he asked breathlessly.