It's just a coincidence.... right

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(𝐘/𝐧): 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

(𝐌/𝐧): 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

(𝐋/𝐧): 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

(𝐇/𝐭): 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞

(𝐇/𝐬): 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞

(𝐒/𝐜): 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

(𝐄/𝐂): 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

(𝐄/𝐬): 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞

(𝐑/𝐡): 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝

(𝐅/𝐟): 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝

(𝐅/𝐝): 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤

(𝐒/𝐧): 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

(𝐅/𝐧): 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

(𝐘/𝐦/𝐧): 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

(𝐀/𝐧): 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞

(𝐇/𝐥) : 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡

(𝐛/𝐭) : 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞

(𝐅/𝐜): 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞/𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

(𝐘/𝐚): 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞

Real quick this is the last chapter of this story, ngl I've been writing and rewriting this story for a year now and I just want to thank you all for the support and encouragement <3

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"Y/n it been so long how have you been?" Mark spoke as the two of you began to walk together. "Honestly I could be better." "Oh really why?" Mark said giving you a sympathetic look. "Well Sophia recently went missing and I'm just worried about her."

"Really I-i didn't know that, maybe some of my famous pasta can help you feel better." You smiled at the sweet gesture "sure." Was all you could muster up after all it wasn't like you could say no you can't come over I have a giant psychopathic murderer living in my house right now sorry.

It was mostly silent as the two of you walked to your house, only the occasional small talk along the way. "Do you still live in that crappy apartment complex?" " No actually, moved out of there about a month ago. I've been living in this small house I bought."

Mark gave you a small nod of acknowledgement. For the most part it seemed like he was lost in thought most of the walk anyways. So he didn't seem to mind the awkward silence.

"We've arrived." You spoke trying to break Mark out of his thoughts. "Take me to the kitchen so I can wip up some of my famous pasta!" Mark had spoke with enthusiasm in his tone. You led him to the kitchen and left to go shower. After all you trust Mark enough to leave him alone in the kitchen.

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"Pastas ready!" You heard the voice announce from down the hall. You ran to the kitchen hopeing that the pasta was still going to be nice and warm. Imagine the horror on your face when you arrived to the kitchen only to see Mark 10 seconds away from being eaten.

"HUGGY STOP IT GET OF OFF HIM!" You screamed at him as you hit him on his back. Begging for him to let Mark go. Huggy tilted his head in confusion. "Why should I he just tried to poison you?" "W-what" you looked at Mark hopeing for him to denie the statement but he didn't.

"Damn right I did you annoying little bitch! Me and Sophia have been trying to kill you for the longest of time. Your lucky she failed to kill you the first ti-" mark was cut off. The only sound you heard was the sound of bones being crushed.

But none of that registered in your mind. The only thing that was running through you head was that you were being betrayed. Now all those accidents are starting to make sense. Like when you were walking on a crowded side walk and you got pushed onto the street. That was Sophia. So what happened back at the factory wasn't an accident.

You were brought out of your train of thoughts by a pair of arms wrapped around you. Soon you realized how wet you face was, you'd been crying. Then it all clicked. Huggy was only trying to protect you the whole time. Maybe staying with him would be so bad after all.

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