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Trouble In Terrorist Town - PewdieCry fanfictionPewdiepie opened his eyes to find himself outside on a patch of wild grass that obviously hadn’t been cut in a while. He stood up and noticed that in one hand there was a pistol and in the other a crowbar, he was familiar with this from the game, something else he was familiar with was the layout of the screen. It was like it was on his computer screen but wherever he looked it followed him around, much like the Oculus Rift. He sighed before taking a better look around him. In front of him was some rundown buildings, to his left was more rundown buildings and to the right there were more buildings, these were white and had metal stairs leading to the roof, like in one of the maps he had played in before. Most things seemed the same as in the game but there was one obvious difference that Pewds knew oh too well. At least one of them wasn’t coming out of this place.
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Some Things Are Better Left Buried CH:9 (part2)
Some Things Are Better Left Buried
Chapter 9: Night 4
Cole pumped his legs as hard as he could, turning the corner as he entered the front lobby, heading around the front desk. The guard, flashlight still clutched in hand, could hear the animatronic fox rushing towards him. It sounded like the distance he’d put between him and the red robot meant little to nothing. Cole rounded the front desk and headed into the right hall. He almost came to a skidding halt when he saw Chica the chicken standing right in the office doorway, head inside the office. The chicken seemed to be looking for something, bulky head swerving from side to side, likely for him. The sound of the incoming red fox pirate urged Cole to hurry forward, looks like he’d need to come up with another plan.
Cole hurried past Chica before the chicken realized he was in the hall. Quick as possible he ducked into the prize corner and hid behind the counter. Pressing uncom
Slenderman X Jeff Part 7
Jeff's fever was getting worse. He felt so sick, he thought he was going to die soon. Jeff didn't even know where this fever suddenly came from. He heard of the so called "Slender Sickness" but he doesn't believe that it was because of Slender. He just doesn't want it to be like this. Slenderman was a nice person, the first one who treated Jeff like a special and beautiful person. Noone has ever been so nice to him since the accident a few years ago...
The bush next to him started shaking. Even though his body is full of pain, Jeff tried to stand up and take his knife in order to defend himself. Something jumped out of the bush, a dark and big shadow but it was too dark to see who or what it was. Without knowing what's in front of him, Jeff started stabbing it with the knife.
"What the hell, Jeff?! Stop it, it hurts!!" the shadow started screaming and sat down on the cold ground.
"...Slendy? Why...?" Jeff asked, almost losing conscious. Before he fell down, he said down next to Slender
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.1
You reached under your bed, pulling out a faded blue duffel bag. The zipper was stuck, but after a few moments of frustrated prying, you managed to yank it open wide enough to fill it with clothes and toiletries to last a week.
Lastly, you grabbed your backpack and placed two flashlights, a pack of batteries, your new video camera, and a pocket knife inside.
Perfect for your scary outing.
Zipping up both bags you placed them by the door. Flopping down on the bed and opening your laptop, you opened the search bar to find more scary stories to tell at your cousins' house.
But instead of a story, strangely, you came across a news article. A real one.
"Ominous unknown killer at large?" Your eyes rolled, "Ominous, unknown... who writes this shit?"
Before you could click on it you heard your mother calling you for dinner. Placing the laptop in your backpack and shuffling down the hall, you attempted to slide down the stairway rail but gave up after nearly falling to your death. Your mother w