Deadly Dreams~Amnesia/Pewdie FanFic~Chapter 4Deadly Dreams~Amnesia/Pewdie FanFic~Chapter 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
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Chapter 4: WHAT? BARRELS? FAKE BROS?
"Pick me up,
hose me down,
I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns,
Earth does break the things that we make,
Like a model planes and cuppy cakes"~ Dirty Night Clowns~ Chris Garneau
However two voices rang out.
I stared up at the blonde hair girl; her soft green eyes stared down at me. She wore her normal school uniform that was a blue blazer; school white t-shirt, black trousers with the traditional black shoes. Her hand clutch my black t-shirt pulling me on my feet, she looked around in fear of the group who was still on the floor stunned by the sudden event.
"L-let run!" she cried as she dragged me out the door by the shirt, "W-wait!, Lucy! They're my..."I started as we turned a corner of the place, "friends..." I whispered as saw blood scatter across the floor, crying of people could be heard, louder then call of
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Creepypasta - RedIt's an endless loop.Creepypasta - Red4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't mind it so much, I guess. I've gotten to know the different terrains really well, and I always loved exploring. It's what I always wanted to do, after all, this journey. Maybe I should be thankful that even when it ends, I get to do it over again. When you choose your starter, and release them for the first time, the look of trust and love in their eyes... Well, even jaded as I've become, it's the one thing that never fails to melt my heart. Maybe I'm lucky. Not everyone gets to live out their dream over and over again.
"I love you, mom."
"All boys dream of traveling. It said so on TV."
There are good parts. Meeting new friends for the first time. Raising them to their true potential. It's the first time for them, and their enthusiasm is infectious. And some things, like watching all that hard work pay off when they evolve, never get old. I can be happy. Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I forget that it's this way.
It broke Green.
He was my best friend, always