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Unwanted (Broken!Cry x Pewdiepie) (Part 1)‘There’s the freak!’ ‘What a creep!’ ‘Why is he not in an insane asylum?’
The shaking man heard the whispers that spread amongst the people around him, and with jerky movements he began to walk away, muttering himself. His face was covered by a chipped and dirty mask, covering him from flying debris, running into his home, locking his door behind him.
Unbeknownst to him and the crowd, someone had noticed all of this, and frowned to himself, making his way back to his newly acquired flat. Who was the shaking man with the mask? The next day, he stood near the centre market-place, hidden in the shadows, watching for the masked man to reappear.
But he never came that day, or the next, or the day after that. As the fifth day progressed, the man was starting to get worried, jumping when someone suddenly stood in front of him. He was an elderly man, the same who had been selling the
Cryaotic x Reader (Part 1)"C'mon you guys. Ghosts aren't real. There is no reason why we should be afraid to go to sleep tonight,." you said as you're friends were timid to go to sleep.
"But... You said hat ghost story really well... A little too well! How can I go to sleep when I'm afraid that I'll wake up to a ghost holding a knife against my neck?!" your friend exclaimed.
Another one of your friends spoke up and said, "If you're so brave, then... I dare you to go into the old abandon stone house at the end of the street! That is, ulness... you're afraid."
"You guys know I don't do dares. They're just stupid."
"Then just go!"
"Why so afraid, ____? Are you chicken?"
Rage grew through you as your friend's mocked you.
"... Fine! I'll go! I'll go!"
How you now regretted those words. Why did you ever agree to this? It;s not like you're fearless. You just try to act tough. But, there's no backing out now. You just had
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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