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Do you remember what it was like to be the first one up on Christmas? To jump on your parents' bed, and scream through the halls? I do. It was the best time of my life. Being a kid was easy. You're hungry, you eat. You're tired, you sleep. You got hurt, mother kisses it and tells you that it'll all be okay. Or when your sister would pull pranks with you. Those were the times. You don't have to worry about the curse on Shadyside. Or losing the people you care about the most. If only I could go back in time. Oh, the lives I could save. Including my own.
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Nick's POV
"No," I whispered as tears ran down my face, running onto the great lawn I was meet with three limp bodies. Y/n, Cindy, and Ziggy. Was she dead? And it's my fault. No, I refuse to accept that. Couching down next to the bodies I examined them for any signs of life. Cindy was done for, the severe wound to her chest told me so. I checked Ziggy for a pulse. Luckily, I found one. Letting out a sigh of relief, I turned to Y/n. It was her body that I didn't look forward to. Physically, she looked fine. There was no sign of injury. So why isn't she alive? Think Nick, think. How can you bring back a dead person? CPR! This better work, I've lost and caused enough. I don't wanna lose you too. You showed me true happiness, even if you didn't know it. You showed me that legacies aren't meant to be followed. If only I could get out of this one. This one thing is all I'm asking for. Bring her back, let her live. Please...
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1978 -The Time Of Our Lives || Fear Street x Reader
HorrorShadyside, 1978. School's out for summer and the activities at Camp Nightwing are about to begin. But when another Shadysider is possessed with the urge to kill, the fun in the sun becomes a gruesome fight for survival. Y/n is a counselor at Camp Ni...