In Love With the Guy With One Eye (Human! Bill x Reader)

The Old Home

GUYS. 9K READS THANK YOU. Seriously, it still blows me away how many people willingly want to read my horrible cringe that I call "fan fiction". But I just want to take this time to tell you about my newest fan fiction. It's anime, it's Naruto (don't kill me) and I'd love if you'd check it out. Anyways, as the number of reads grows, so does my ambition to write more. Thanks again ^~^
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"There it is." You smiled to yourself. "After all these years, still standing tall."

You opened the door to the old, forgotten home and the second you stepped on the broken floorboards, memories came rushing back to you. Memories, that you should have been too young to not remember, but memories at that.

Fun, happy, bright memories flooded your mind as you began walking around the house and remembering where everything used to be. But, instead of colourful wallpapers, comfy furniture and a happy atmosphere, like in your memories, it's all grimy, half torn wallpaper, dust building up, cobwebs and creaky floorboards.

"Maybe I could do some work on this place. Make it look brand new again."

You touched some of the wall, which proved to be a mistake. As you touched it, you heard a beam fall from the ceiling upstairs and crash onto the floor. You cautiously walked up the ancient stairs to the second floor to see what damage had been done.

From what you heard, an old beam supporting the roof had fell down and some glass had smashed, but what you saw could be told as a different story.

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Bill started to hurry in fear of keeping you waiting too long.

'I hope she's still there, and that she's okay'

Bill knew the amulet he has wasn't going to hold Kisho for long. He needed to craft a stronger one to keep him trapped. Bill picked up his pace and walked swiftly towards the old broken home.
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You seen the beam, but you didn't see a smashed window, rather you seen small red shards of glass scattered from underneath the beam.

'What's this?' You thought to yourself. 'Better not touch it, could be sharp'

You wandered around for a few more minutes spending time recalling old memories, and smiling to yourself. Then you heard something creak. At first, you thought it was a floorboard you stood on, but then you heard a voice.

"Hello? y/n?" Bill's voice echoed throughout the old home.

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Okey, sorry for the short chapter. A lot of things are going on and I'll be writing more often now that it's mid-term ^~^ But please do check out my other story I just published, it would mean a lot! Okay bye
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