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That agonizing voice. It's so loud it feels like an earthquake throughout your whole body. You scream, cupping your hands over your ears and dropping to your knees. You yell out to the voice, "PLEASE STOP!!"
You aren't in Technoblades cottage; all you see is the darkness from your previous dream. You can hear a buzzing noise, and It almost feels electric. You then feel something grabbing you; hands from the darkness are holding onto you, you struggle against them, but you can still hear the voice calling your name, beckoning you to stop resisting. Something grabs on the back of your shirt, and you get pulled backward. It chuckles.
ẃ̸̨̢̨͖̰̩̹͖̙̹̲̫̖̳͊̅̍̈́͌̀͒̈́͒́̌̚̕̕͘ͅð̴̲͈̼̤̭̟̹͇̞͚͕̭̬̲̲̞͊̀͌̃̎͛̈́̀̄̽̊̆̚͘r̵̢͇̬͍̝̹͈̺̦͙͖̣̖̮̥̓̏̾́̍̆̒̀̽̒͑͘͘͝͝͠ͅ†̶̢̛͍̫̪̫̱͉̰̝͖̰͙̖͇̹̾̒͋̀̇͗͑̎̍̕̚̕͠͝ḩ̷̛̩̭̙̣̤͓̼̗̗̺̠̿̂̌͗̆͋̿̿͑͋͋̏̅͘͜͜͜͠l̶̨̡̢͍͎̭̹̩̙̗̣̦̬͔͚̭̏̔̓̌͊͛̾̓̋͛̕͝͠͝͠͝ể̵̢̢̙̳̗̩̳͚̪̳̮͕͓͖̎̒̀̄͒̃̔̒̊̃͘͜͠͠͠§̷̧͉͚̼͈̗̣̬͙͙̘͇̙͙̦̈̈̐̏͊͆̍͐̍͂̒̕͝͠§̶̨̩͇͔̰̞̰̭̳̗̱͈̱̙͓̯̈̂̌̆͊̔̓̆̀͆̈́̊̂́͝͝ ̴̢̰̲͙͔͕͖̞͈̳̠͍͎̱͋̈́͊̒̂̂̃͋̽̔̀͘͘͘m̶̢̨̨̛̯͍̠͔͚̺͙̪̬͎̜̂̿̈́͌̂̈̈́͐̿̃̊́̕͝͝ð̵̢̨̟̟̝̩͙̙̘̦̪̣͉̥̅̍̉̋͊͂̇̀̉̀̏̂͜͜͝͝r̴̡̛̫̠̣͉̼͉̻̤̺͚̦̮̱͋͗̊̀͊̏̓̿̀̅̾̕̕͜͝†̴͉̻͔̺̩̤͇̣͔̣̠̳̹̬̈́̆̊͆̏̍̏̅̅͑́͑̔́̕ͅå̵̧̻̖͚̼̫͉̳͍̳͖̼̗͙̍̉́̐̀̎̀̍͋̎́̈́̕͠ͅl̸̡̢̻̱͉͓͓̞̜̣̳͚̤̊̅̄̈̎̄̓͌̂̋̍̈͛̀͜
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Fallen {DSMP x Reader}
Hayran Kurguyou fall into a brand new world filled with people you've never met before. everyone seems to know what they stand for. but what about you?
