All of this was based ona dream i had :)
yOOOOOOO IM BACK IT ME YA GURL
anywayz i felt dead tired when i woke up with this long ass plot but here we are
ahHahHHAhHAHhahh ITS anGstY aF
I bid you adieu (good luck)
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The sound of laughter filled Dokja's eardrums as he repeatedly button-mashed.
"Don't tell me you can't even win the claw machine." His bestfriend deadpanned at him.
13 year old Kim Dokja's ego was hurt. Why won't the damn plushie stay in the clam dammit.
"I'm normally good at it, it's 'cause you're here!" he hissed. A complete lie.
"Yea, yea, whatever helps you sleep at night."
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Dokja headed home to the new house his parents recently bought.
Safe to say, it was huge. like damn huge.
it had like 13 rooms and 3 bathrooms. (discovered so far)
However, it was eerily creepy though, set Dokja off.
For some reason, his dad told him that no matter what, he couldn't open the door to one of the bedrooms. Odd.
He sauntered towards the kitchen, where his mother could be seen.
"Dokja-ya, go take a bath."
"Ok."
He walked to one of the bedrooms, where one(of the many) bathrooms were, thinking about nothing particularly.
He then heard some muttering and peaked through the door only to find his dad talking to his mom.
Wait.
...Mom?
Wasn't she in the kitchen?
A wave of adrenaline coursed through Dokja as he bolted to the kitchen, careful as to not make a sound.
"Mom, mom..!"
She looked at him with worry evident in her eyes. "What's wrong, Dokja-ya?"
"Th-there was someone who looked like you, no, she was you, and she's talking to dad."
his mother's gaze hardened.
"Dokja. Listen to me."
He nodded wordlessly.
"I need you to hide in the bathroom. Do not, no matter what, come out of there. No matter what happens or what you see, No matter what.
"But-"
"Dokja."
"Please." He could see she was desperate.
He gritted his teeth hard and nodded. He ran to the bathroom and locked it shut.
After a few moments, he heard his mother speaking to someone although muffled. He could just barely make it out.
"Why would you d̷̢̘̻̩̮̙͚̖͚̞̭̄̀̎͐̀̏͑͜ͅͅo̷̲̹̺͕̫̻̹̻̓̄̅̾̄͋ ̵̨̩͉̬̼͈̝̜̻̫̲̐̍̀̆͊̿͌̉̽ș̷̺͓͕̼̞̅͂́̐̾̕̚͠͝͝ǘ̸̢͉͈̦̺͉̘̞̦͚͒͋̌͑̀̔͗̍̌c̷͔̞̝̤͌̂͗͋̌̓h̴̛̼̱͎͓̰̒̂͌̇̿̔ ̶̢̢̢̢̫̙̞̦̝̩̙̩̫̳̩́̈́̔̑̿̑̆͑̽ǎ̸͚̪̲͖̩̰̌͐ ̴͚̇̃̎͊̒̈́t̵̨̛̛̅̿̅̌̿̈̊̆͌̆̚h̷̡̉̍͒̽̈́͒̓̓̄̾̈̾̒̔ḭ̷̢̖̝̣͕̜̺̈̈́̾̋̐͋̑͒̕n̷̨̟̟͍͓̼̺̩̖̮̰̫̚g̴̨̢̥̝̰͓̜̋̑̎̌̀͂͘?̴͍̞̏̈́̊͑͝͠
"Hmm, well i never ̴̨̨͎̳̆͌̄̒̄͂̋̍͋͗̆̐̓̕̕l̴̥̩̪͎̼̬̱̣͇̃̎̒̕͠ĭ̶̘̲̳͍̞̭͎̻̽͊͜k̷̡̧̜͖͎̗͎͉̞̘̲̀̀̽͋̐̄̈́͛͗̍͊̀̚͜͝e̶͈̔̂́́͐͑̓̈̈͋̄̽̐͗̚d̷̡̨̟̩̬͔̼̉̔̈́ͅ ̵̛̺̳̤̐͌́̆̋̈́͑̂̄̿̕͝͝ý̷̧̭̦̠̼̹͕͎͎̄͛͆͂̒̒̏̈̾̐̚͝͠ͅǫ̵̢̭̪͍͈̖̯̲̇͑́͑̔̓̕͜ͅu̸̧̘͕̩̮̱̥̠̼͈̙͍̅̆͆̇̚͜ͅ ̷̝͓̻̲̭̠̬̳̺̮̥̻̩̹͒̍̈́̍͒̌̍̿͋̿̚̕i̴̧͋̍̋̄͒̆̎̾̐̔͋̿̾͗͝ǹ̵̥̜͆͋̏̊̒͑͝ ̴̠͈͖̙͉͕̜̰͑̎̽͋̀͂̇̇͛̚̚͜͝ẗ̸̢͎̬͉͍͓͠h̵̝̎ẹ̷͚̠̮̬̦̫͍́̀͆͑̒̏̿͊́̐͗̀͆͠͝ ̷̗̜͇͈̙̪͑͑͒̉̒͜͝f̵̡̧̢̧̝̬͉͈̤̤͍̜̯̜̫̅͌͌̂̓͠i̴̛͎̰̝̝͖̙͙͚͈͋͒̑̂̀͆̾̅͂͒̔͑͠ͅs̵͖͔̼̝̲͇̆̄̑̈́́̑̏̋̍͊̏̄̕͝ͅţ̶̗̖̳̘̫̱͕͎̮̞̬̩̟̑̈̀̏ ̴͙̻͐̐́͝p̵̧̩̣̬͎͇̝̥͎̦̗͐͐̇̅͜l̴̪̺̠͙̭̙̖͉̹̜̻̖͖͊͜͜͝ȧ̷͕̱̦̇̃͗̀̈̓̾̏̔͑̈́̍̿̓č̷̻̜͙̭̺̮̰͚̄̅͒̈́͐̽̚͜e̶̻̦̔͠ did i?"
Suddenly, a shrill shriek pierced the air.
Dokja felt tears pool in his eyes as his mother glared hatefully at the woman who had now changed her appearance to a lady in her mid 20s in a black shirt and black overalls that cut off at her knees. She was...familiar?
"You won't get away with this," his mother said as her breath stilled to as top.
nononononononononONONONONONONONONO-
"Oh?Who's this?"
Dokja's heart almost stopped, his blood running cold.
She saw him.
F*ck, she saw him.
Through the tiny gap in the door that Dokja had been using to see what was happening, she saw him.
She stalked towards with a crazed glint in her eyes but then suddenly, slowly, she stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening as she stared at him with her crimson eyes.
"...Kim Dokja?"
Huh?
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AhahhahA after i woke up from this dream i had to go to school :)
oh god im tired
Hope you enjoyed reading!! See you next chapter!
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Never in my wildest dreams (but always in my fantasies)
FanfictionDokja was a reader. He always thought it meant he could never be genuinely be happy. Boy oh boy did the universe prove him right. (What he din't know is that it wasn't all the world had in store for him)
