Kill?
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I opened my eyes and looked around frantically, not knowing where I was. After a moment I remembered everything that happened the previous day. 'I had one hell of a day.' My stomach growled for a good 10 seconds. I held it, narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips. I looked down at my feet as I spun them off of the bed. I saw a skeleton foot. I fell off of the bed after I saw my own bones. I jumped up as there was a knock on my door. I sucked in my breath.
"Who is it?" My ears rang as I eyed the door.
"Its Masky, can you open up?" His voice called from the other side.
"Its unlocked." I pulled the blanket down to cover my foot. I realized my hand was the same, a skeleton. I gasped and saw gloves next to me, I quickly slipped them over my hands. Masky walked in.
"Why are you on the floor?" He asked me, I shrugged and looked up at him.
"No reason in particular, I fell." My wings were covering my foot.
"Come with me, it's breakfast." He did a hand gesture, I stud up and followed. This house is humongous!
(That's all I had, sorry but I can't do this story any longer. I'm soooo burnt out with it!)
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Creepypasta x Abused! Winged! Reader DISCONTINUED
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