I smile. "What game?" I have no clue what kind of game she'll pick it might a violent one, a childish one, a truthful one. I yawn. I'm getting tired I look around and sit down. I know I must look tired because Masky and Em. (My nickname for her) are looking at me with funny expressions. They shouldn't really be that concerned...
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The Face Ripper and The Masked Killer
Fanfiction2 girls on the run 1 wears a mask while the other carries a knife. 1 is 18 while the other is 19. 7 years after there escape from the underworld or creepypasta place. After the adventure they went on the run because other creepypasta's killed there...
