As I walk into our shared flat, F/N walks up to me, pure hatred showing in her eyes. "Get out, bitch." I stand there in shock, until my body flows with anger. "Make me." She chuckles at me, and brings up a pistol, and.. I hear a gunshot, and I hear footsteps running up the stairs and someone quickly throwing open the door, until I feel pain in my right shoulder and everything goes black.
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Yes you would feel pain right after being shot but I added other things so yeah. Hope your enjoying this Hellish mess so far!
Edit: I'm going to add how many words this was at the bottom every time, (not including the A/N's words.
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| Brendon Urie x Reader | (ON HOLD, POSSIBLY OVER)
FanfictionY/N had a friend, by the name of F/N. She always talked about something called Panic! At The Disco. And when that certain friend takes Y/N to a concert of theirs, something happens, that nobody would've saw coming. === I'm sorry if I don't update on...
