"Anti stabbed her, dad, killed her parents. She doesn't like purple."
"Arnt you rotted purple?"
"Yes," I looked at the man, "But he isnt a bad purple... I can sense the lives you three have taken... "
"Thaaaaats terrifying" Vincent frowned.
"Im sorry, but it's true." There was a knock at the door.
"Shit- Charlene, we forgot about the trick-or-treaters!" Tris want to go answer the door. I followed. There stood a tall girl dressed as a man in a long lab coat with a large metal box on her back, and a blood-stained white bird on her shoulder, and a tall boy in overalls, a red shirt, goggles, and a hard had.
"Trick or treEEEEEEK ITS TRIS OMG" the girl squealed. "Im Nova, I cant believe im actually meeting you!!!"
"A fan, eh? Whos your favourite?"
"Daddy Darkie! Uh I mean--"
"Nova why" the boy facepalmed.
"Sorry William"
"I have a fan?" Dark smirked.
"..." Nova went into a squeak attack, fangirling like she got backstage passes to a Panic! At the Disco concert. William continues to facepalm.
"I am so sorry" he muttered.
"Its fine, let fangirls be fangirls"
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WOOSH my identity is revealed
It is I
Nova Sinclaire!
Co-President of the Mike x Darkie Super-Shipper Committee!!!
(The next chapter will be better I promise)
