I blink open my eyes having the light shine into them. Everyday it is like this. I find myself outside in the woods in the same spot everytime. For somereason there is a bed where i awake. I never dared look under the thing. I sit up clutching the white sheet covering the old matress. I groan as i stretch to stand up. I begin to walk towards the place i call home.
"Hey, _____" you hear in faint whisper, turning around to find a person standing there. He was barely visable, more like a shadow than a man. We've spoke before, he calls himself Peter. Nothing but a shadow.
"What do you want shadow?" you say aggitated.
"Nothing much, just here to give you the gossip."
Will finish later.
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Jack frost X Reader
FantasyWhen you are a regular girl and you have a crush on a possibly fake guardian, you need some help.
