I don't know who I am. thru out the times I've killed wth my family ( the creepypastas ) they are still my friends or something else. If u ask why am I wth a group of slaughters, well sad story.
~My Story~
"Nooooo" my mother screamed, "don't kill her or sell her!" "I'm very sorry we just can't afford her" my dad screamed back. He took me I to the woods when I was 4. He placed me near a river. "In sorry munchkin, I never Meant for this to happen" he said sarcastically. He left me.... I was alone.... Then a pack of ugly or scary looking people came and took me in. At first I thought there gunna kill meh, and why didn't he just drown me. When we came to a set of doors it had said "home of the killers" wth a creepy smile. "I'm home" Ben Drowned yelled. "Wuts that u got there" Jeff said. "A baby girl" he said. "Let's kill it!" Jeff said. "How about we keep her and she'll grow to be a killer like us" Ben Drowned said. "Fffine" Jeff said, "Se looks kind of cute anyways." I giggled. "Wuts ur name little girl" Jeff asked. "Mercy Smith" I said. "Ok well we are going to give you a new name" he said, "I got it! We will call u Abandon Mercy" I didn't agree at first but 9 years past and I got used to it.
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The Immortal
RandomHey Mercy here. Waz up or like Spanish people say què pasa? Hopefully y'all like dis one cuz last one didn't go so well. :/. Wut ever! Idgafat.