"My life is all what the fuck and why the fuck."
Chan is a very complicated and sleep deprived person, who doesn't believe in fairytale endings, fairy godmothers, wishing wells and all things magical; until he continuously finds himself in ench...
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[ Third Person Pov ]
“What in the name of Jimin from bts.”
Before them is the selfsame cottage which Snow White just cleaned. The door is yet open a crack, the lights are yet on and the chimney is emitting steam. There's no doubt about it, the house is certainly theirs. Of course it's theirs, who else would it belong to? Some stray kids?
The seven little men— haha, I finally get to use this— huddled around the little house.
“The door is open, the chimney is smoking, something's in there, perhaps a ghost, or a goblin, a demon, a dragon. Mark my words, there's danger a-brewing. Felt it coming all day,” Happy— who we're going to call Felix for legal reasons— I mean who else than the sunshine? If you disagree, sue me in court— he pointed to his foot. “My corns hurt.”
The rest of the group glared at him. Those lines were meant to be spreaded out, but he just went right ahead and said everything. “Mr director-nim, can you kindly fire this guy?” grumpy was being grumpy.
“Can we just go and kill whatever is inside?” The shortest— imagine being the shortest amongst dwarfs, nah, I'm crying— yawned. “I just want to sleep.”
“Okay, here is the plan,” Minho gathered them round, pulled out seven guns from his pockets and shared it. “We shoot whatever the fuck we see in there, yeah?”
“But— But— but—” get to the point, Bashful aka Hyunjin, quit acting like Y/N. “I haven't used a firearm before?”
“Shut up my son, we're all counting you.”
Yes, let's all not question the fact that the pistols they each possessed wasn't available in that timeline. Let's just say, Minho got it from a friend of a friend of a potato.
They carefully tiptoed into the now clean cottage. “The witch cleans?” Dopey mused, although, originally he wasn't meant to talk, but I can't do that to our chatty Hannie, right? I'm not that heartless. *Suspicious side eye*
“We should keep it, and make it our slave.”
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Whoops, I finally updated
Round #3 My friend wouldn't give me a raw egg
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