Reverse Harem!? (Creepypasta Fanfic) [CANCELLED] [FIX IT FELIX KILLME]

{2.} Worse cosplay of the year

Any offensive remarks made in this story are satire and used for comedic purposes only. Jk, I don't have humor I'm dead inside someone please end my suffering.

Making sure Samantha and Clairemont cHoCkEd- finished their food, Mari proceeded to gently stacked all the plates, thoroughly wash them till not a speck was left and orderly arrange them to their proper cabinets.

Exhausted with the extra work put into making dinner, her mood turned downside to up when she realized she had some past time to kill. That would, of course, be filled with slouching and sinking into the comfort of the soda and watching a bright flat screen until all she could only see white dots.

Though watching your favorite show in peace was something God wouldn't allowed in your already miserable life. "Whatcha watching, Mari?" Claire's cheeky voice raise up next to you, way too suddenly for your liking. "Watching Teledubbies." I boldly said without taking my eyes off the rainbow arranged muppets.
"Hm, what a boring show." Claire announced.

"I'm watching the season finale. Now if you would please lea-"
The Witch herself rudely cut you off. Locking her arms to yours, triple checking to make sure there were no openings left for escape. With a mighty raor she exclaimed,

"TILL DEATH - AND READ PHAN FANDICTION DO WE PART!"

A rather awkward silence, quickly filled the room.

With just a blink of an eye - one might even call it faster than sound, light, sonic - the dynamic duo lifted poor, little, defenseless, miserable, disappointing, failure of a decent human being; Mari.

Continued to toss her around like a rag doll until properly tied to a solid wooden chair in their domain of tamales, tortillas y tacos; name by their master-senpai, Esteban Julio Ricardo Dela Rosa Ramirez-kun.

Forgetting everything else surrounding them, which they like to call a temple because they own a shrine to pray to their only God,

Esteban Julio Ricardo Dela Rosa Ramirez-kun.

Grabbing a pair of sliver-made hand cuffs, a belt made of synthetic leather and duct tape from the closet of secrets, cause their into that kinky shit. Satan and the Child eater decide to restrain Mari further.

Who thought being kidnapped and tied like this could feel so good.' Mari thought. Oh no.

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Finally finishing the last cringey fanfiction, you look to the left to find a hopefully dead Samantha and Claire - wait, no, they're only asleep. Damnit.

Glancing at the familar-looking clock that FilthyFrank used in his, 'IT'S TIME TO STOP' video, you notice its past midnight and quickly deciding that going to sleep would be a good option.

You see a nearby old blanket, and cover her two lovely friends with it, whispering a sweet good night to them.

"Sleep well, faggots."

You quietly walk out of the room and walk to your own dungeon. The pastel colors of the walls that complemented the germ-infested posters of anime, furries, overrated memes, undertale, homestuck, 1D, and Cory in the house. Even the scent of the room was garage which you loved.

But soon the eyesore scenery was cut off by a noise that sounded like someone was using a kitchen knife to yank open the literature room window from downstairs.

The first thing that came in your mind was 'STORY PLOT!'.

You quickly grabbed your three inch pocket knife that you leave in your drawer for... this exact kind of situation, of cousre! You never know when someone will intrude in your home with a kitchen knife. It's self-defense 101.

Once down the sixteenth floor by elevator, you poke your head out the doorway of the literature room and saw something that would never leave your memories...

(??? POV)

Slendy gave me specific order to recruit a girl with black luscious locks back to the masion alive. I have no fucking idea why but I couldn't care less either. She lives in house '6969', which I busted out laughing my ass off because I love me some sex jokes!

Once I got to house '6969', I tried opening the first floor window out of the, like, 69 floors but couldn't. After struggling pathetically for 10 minutes, a click sound emerged, signalling it unlocked.

I crawled as quietly as I could inside and dusted some dust off my precious jeans, unfortunately when I lifted my head up, I saw a girl with black hair and two different colored eyes, to left one was green but the right one was red. Ones freaking ass eyes were just staring right at my soul. Though she tries to conceal her emotions, I could tell she was curious and... something unexplainable.

That just made me grin.

"Are you supposed to be cosplaying the 90's Joker, the 2000's Joker or the Suicide Squad Joker? Hey, can I take a picture of you? What do you think of the Batman v Superman ending? Quite disappointing, if you ask me. Oh, and you forgot to dye your hair green but that's okay because I can see you were going for a poor or hobo kind of Joker, I think it's kind of cool and creative."

Zalgo, kill me.