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2P!Canada x 2P!Reader : In the woods - Part 1
The sound of your metallic baseball bat being dragged behind you, was rather satisfactory. On your short distance to your house, the feeling of accomplishment was simply uplifting. A sly smirk spread across your face as you wiped your hand across your cheeks and nose. Painting your face with the red liquid; proving your dominance over your victim. However your balance was thrown off, causing you to stumble forward.
You quickly, however, regained your footing. You'r baseball bat ticked upwards for a moment, be
2P!England X 2colored-eyed!Reader: Tell-Tale Heart
2P!England X 2colored-eyed!Reader: Your Eyes
Based off of the Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe
True! - nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses - not destroyed them. Above all was the sense of acute hearing. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Listen! Observe how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once thought, it haunted me day and night. Items to obtain, there was none. Passion, there was none. I loved the girl
2P!Canada x 2P!Reader : In the woods - Part 2
You returned his glare with a rather vacant, poker face expression. A moment passed with both of your bodies inches away from each other. You swung the metallic bat over your shoulder, still not moving much from the interrupted position.
“Sup.” You nodded towards him, face still marked in the blood of your victim.
The man continued to glare down at you, taking a mental note of the bat’s current position. No words escaped the man’s mouth, however his glare was rather... Unsettling. You however decide to lighten up the environment.
“Well, that’s good...” You replied to his glare. “But I gotta
HetaliaxReader A HauntingYou wiped the sweat from your forehead and turned to sit on the edge of your car. It had been a long day of lifting heavy boxes and driving back and forth, but finally you had moved all of your things into your new home.
You looked up at your house, your eyes following its beautiful Victorian curves and balconies, trailing up to the tower and down to the original rounded glass windows. You sighed. It was a gorgeous house, and it was going to fit you perfectly.
You smiled and closed the trunk of your car, ready to crash for the rest of the night. You decided on a nice hot shower and some sleep as you walked into your house and locked the doo
Discorded MinecraftiaLook at them laughing and having fun...
It sickens me....
I its time for a little chaos
Sky Jason and Deadlox
Sky,Jason,and Deadlox where doing some parcore in a cave.
`Aha I made it!`said Jason as he flew to the end with his jet pack.
Sky landed next to him`No fair!`he said`You flew`
Deadlox landed next to them and sighed`stop fighting!See you guys in the end of the cave`then ran down the cave hoping to get a head start.
Sky and Jason followed him but lost track of where he went
With a thump Deadlox fell in a hole and heard something talk to him.
Why do you play with them?
Sky and Jason dont you see they use you!
`No who ever you are your lieing!`
A torch was placed and in the water infront of Deadlox where images of the moments where Sky and Jason left him,hurt him,and laughed at him
`NO YOUR LIEING`shouted Deadlox.
Why it`s true young youtuber.Now time to be cruel
A cold hand touched Deadlo
His Game: 2p!FelicianoXReaderXLovino Part 3*Warning- contains bad language. You have been warned*
I grumbled in pain as I sat up.
"What the hell happened?"
I was in an empty room. The only thing in the room, besides myself, was a letter. I picked it up to see what it contained and gasped.
'Welcome to the game'
The words were red and a hint smell of iron was sealed within the letter. I read the text below the 'Welcome'. My eyes widened.
'In order to get ______ and yourself out safely, you have to win the game. You must find ______ before midnight.'
"Fucking bastards!! If they hurt ______-"
Before I could finish, I heard an unlocking sound. I looked towards th
HetaOni - RoChu ~Losing You~Time stands still. Violet eyes focus on the monstrosity blocking the only exit out of the room. His hand grips the water faucet weapon so tight, his knuckles turn white and the metal ridges cut into his palm.
The Asian voice cuts the silence, though neither the Russian nor the Thing move a muscle. Their eyes stay trained on the other, both knowing one second of distraction will lead to the needed advantage. Sweat trickles from Russia's hairline to the soiled scarf around his neck. The fabric, no longer pink but a deeper shade of red, scratches against his neck, coarse after an unfathomable amount of time spent in this
It never ends- Demon England x readerThe creek of the old wooden steps at your new (or should I say old) house was enough to give you a heart attack. You were originally just going to get a glass of milk from the fridge and now you were about to die of fright.
“(Name) ya big wuss,” you scolded yourself out loud. “You be brave and get that milk now!” In a fierce determination you leaped down the steps, one at a time.
“See, not so bad.” You told yourself, feeling proud you actually went down the stairs when you usually would run to your parents room screaming. You weren’t usually this scared of going to get milk at night but this was a special case.
Your family had recently inherited a house from a distant relative who had passed away under strange circumstances, or so you were told by other teenagers at your high school. Some of them told you your relative was murdered by a ghost such as a previous owner wrote in her diary up in display at the library. Others say that the ghost was
The Monster Inside: C10: Sacrificing Everything Donnie slid up the abandoned subway station. He no doubt would not fit through a manhole, so he had to go a more direct route. As he sniffed the air, he realized how much New York City stunk. With his now heightened sense, he could almost break down anything. Garbage, motor oil, perfumes, flowers, all of their scents mixed. It was disgusting. And that was saying something- he lived in the sewer.
An odd smell wafted into Donnie’s nose. It smelled foreign, and yet familiar. It was the smell of evil, and it stank like petroleum. It was the Kraang.
Leaping out, Donnie quickly scaled a building. He raced across it, runni
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