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A Certain Scientific Pair Of Railgun Aces Oneshot

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And, as for those internet trolls, who are wondering, as to why I am not going to try to change anything in the anime canon timeline, by way of me messing with things? Well, that is because, this is my fanfic. And, if you wind up commenting, or leaving a review, that winds up channeling, even the slightest bit, of petty jealousy, or toxicity, James_Horn, Zero_Tempest_9159, Astarfa_077, AncestorDuck, Mr_ZeroDagger07, komander, and Quintaphract, this means the lot of you as well. And as I have already stated to every single one of you, that you are to refrain, from making anymore comments, or reviews, on any of my fanfics. However, if you insist on persevering, despite the aforementioned warning, then I will have no choice, but to report you to Webnovel. Want to think that I am just selling wolf tickets? Try me. And I will also be sharing your comments with my subs and followers. So that they are made aware of your quite sad attempts at toxic petty jealousy. But don't let my justifiable response deter you lot. Please do go ahead and try and call my bluff. Which is actually a clear promise. If you decide to attempt another comment, it will then be out of my hands. Credit Goes To Supergnats For The Drawing. Every story has a beginning, and this short oneshot, explains the events that lead up to the main story. And this all took place one hour, before the events of the main story. Not a self insert though, as this takes place one hour before all of that happened. Any review or comment referring to or intending to be toxic, will be instantly removed. You can find the main fanfic here ----->A Certain Scientific Pair Of Railgun Aces
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