Your name is (YourFullName Y/F/N).
You are not sure what your hobbies are, what your strife specibus is or what your fetch modus is. As of right now you are questioning your existence and why the fuck there's a midget screaming at a juggalo, a lamp holding a goth's hand and a sad ghost talking to a sweaty muscle builder and a lanky nerd with a lisp. What the fuck is life even right now?
YOU ARE READING
Remembering (Dave Strider X reader)
Non-Fiction// a sequel to Love or Revenge? >Be confused. Why are you here? Who is this stranger that claims to be your boyfriend? What are those... Things? Behind him? Where are we? When did I
