(THERE'S ONLY 83 PARTS STILL SO WAIT!!)
(𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓸)
YOUR THE READER YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!
YOUR GONNA MEET FANDOMS
YOUR GONNA MEET SOME OCS
SOME FANDOMS WILL HAVE CRUSHES ON YOU
AND you'll s...
(Nana Neko: y'all be wondering why I'm more motivated to make this story faster. Eh reasons)
You were excited
it was Friday and it was 7!
You wore something orange or this:
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You walked outside and messaged Nightmare.
How did you get his contact?
Well you stole the professor's phone!
Just Joking Just joking
Blueberry is quite a chatterbox and told you everyone's contact information. 🎃 🎃 Messages:
Y/N: So where's the Lumpkin festival happening again?
How do you have my :Nightmare contact information?
Y/N: umm Y/N: I just do?
Ugh Annoying Blueberry :Nightmare spilling information... Anyways... :Nightmare the pumpkin Festival is
happening at the park.
Y/N: OKAY! ___________
You walked to the park and met up with Nightmare sans and Dream sans. 🎃 🎃 Nightmare: Finally, you've arrived Y/N.
Dream sans: YAY Y/N IS HERE!!
Y/N: YAY! wait so wait do we do here?
Dream sans: Just look at the pumpkin stuff or buy stuff that are pumpkin themed or made out of pumpkins.
Y/N: aw man 🎃 🎃 Dream sans grabbed your hand and dragged you through the festival
And Nightmare sans just calmly followed from behind.
As Dream sans dragged you around you looked around at the difference stalls and games.
There was pin the vine on the pumpkin, shoot the pumpkin, bobbing for pumpkins, punch the pumpkin, buld-a-pumkin, a pumpkin contest, and pet the pumpkin.
Pumpkins
Pumpkins
Everything was pumpkins
You teleported away from Dream sans and went to the gate of the pumpkin petting zoo and started petting the baby boo pumpkins.
Most of the pumpkins were sentient animal like plant beings.
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