"Eddie? Did you find it?" Chrissy asked, watching the door that he has disappeared through, carefully. Her head was pounding again and it was putting her on edge.
Before long Eddie came through the door with a somber look on his face, "No Chrissy. I didn't find it."
She frowned at his tone and would've asked what was wrong but Eddie held up a hand to silence her.
"We both know what would've happened here tonight, Chrissy," he muttered, never actually meeting her eyes, "But the internet says I'm 21, and you're between the ages of 15 and 17, which would make you a minor."
Chrissy frowned harder in confusion, "What's the internet?" She asked
Eddie scoffed, "Don't worry about it. But all of this being said, the person writing this can't age me down cuz it wouldn't be accurate,"
A chill slid down Chrissy's spine. What the hell was he talking about?
"But what people didn't think about," Eddie continued, "Is that if the writer is wrong for making up a completely unreal scenario about two fictional characters, then me selling you drugs would also be wrong,"
Chrissy looked down at her shoes, ashamed.
Eddie nodded, "Yup, so you should go,"
Chrissy nodded and would've left but her Vecna visions started and she died a horrific death on Eddie's ceiling blah blah blah....
There. Are you happy now?
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If Vecna Hadn't C**k Bloked
FanfictionSo I've written this before and it was taken down for *reasons* so I revised it a bit! Hope you enjoy!
