A/n :you are 6 years old and love guns. you are fairly skilled at shooting to
(third persons pov)
y/n had just got out of school as they were running away from a group of bullies and as they were running they tripped and their bullies started beating her up and calling her names when suddenly gunshots could be heard as the bullies fell to the ground
masky:hey are you alright kid!!!
y/n:*nods*
masky: you sure
y/n:yes sir i'm fine
masky: okay well you better go home now but don't tell anyone okay
y/n: real qiuck whats your name
masky: its tim but please call me masky
y/n: okay bye masky and thank you for saving me
masky:no problem and bye kid
the end and i'm sorry it was so short
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creepypasta comfort and rescue stories
Fanfictionthis is for anyone who needs an escape from reality or is struggling alone and i hope it makes you feel better even if its just alittle bit and there may be some triggers for some so if you can't handle somthing try another chapter as i will have so...
