chapter 3

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Vecna laid in bed, black mascara running down his cheeks. It was not as good day for Vecna. apparently Eddie didn't want Vecna and wanted to kill him. The fact that his own soulmate wanted to kill him stung like a bitch. 

Vecna cried, hugging his pink squishmallow named Timothy, tightly. This was all that girl Chrissy's fault. It was her fault because she seduced Eddie with her wicked cheerleader tactics and now Vecna's one true love didn't love him back. 

Somebody knocked on Vecna's bedroom door lightly. "Go away!"

"Vecna ... it's Britney bitch. Open the door." Vecna smiled at the sound of a familiar friends voice and unlocked the door. The platinum blonde strutted into the room in her thigh-high leather boots. "Vecna girly pops its going to be ok," Britney frowned as she comforted Vecna, her bestfriend. 

"B-b-b-b-b--b-b-b-b-b-b-but Eddie poo doesn't w-w-w-w-w--wuv me anymore..." Vecna sniffled. 

"Trust me girl he'll come to his senses." 

"But what if he doesn't?" Vecna sobbed.

"Trust me he will. And if he doesn't then we can just restock the upside down pink drink supply with his blood," she shrugged, checking her nails and batting her eyelashes. 

"Thank you, Britney." Vecna enveloped her in a big hug, squeezing her tightly. 

"It was my pleasure Vecna babes." 


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