Sorry, that's what I get for leaving for ten minutes. An intern writes a chapter. Good thing he didn't add something like Courtney Gears. That would've been horrible.
Anyways, where was I? Oh, yes. Sam and Cheyenne. Different Sam. For one, this one is a male.
Cheyenne had decided to crash at Sam's for the night. They had spent Christmas together watching movies and eating popcorn. Chey woke up and yawned, sprawled out on the couch. Sam was on the floor, out cold. She stopped when she saw a present on the floor, adorned in red-and-black. That never ended good, especially if it was Quinn-related. She didn't want to wake Sam up, so she snuck over to the present and opened it silently. She was good at sneaking up on people. She opened it and gasped. Inside were freshly sharpened pencils and a new sketchbook. This was beautiful. She smiled softly as she took it out and sat back down on the couch. She took out a pencil and started drawing, but yelled out in unexpected pain. She looked down at the line she had drawn. What should have been there was black graphite. Instead, it was blood. Pure, red blood. What the heck?! Sam jumped at her yell, waking up instantly.
"Chey you okay?!" He asked, completely worried. She nodded. But she couldn't stop drawing. She had to finish the picture. The pencil wouldn't let her. She kept drawing, yelling out in pain again as more blood came out. Sam tried frantically pulling her hand away, but it was like it was chained to her. It kept going, and Cheyenne felt dizzy. She was losing too much blood too quickly.
She kept going until she passed out. Sam frowned as what she had drawn, in bright red blood, was the skull of what looked like a goat.
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Austy Quinn's Christmas Special I
MaceraA Very Austy Quinnmas! The long awaited Austy Quinn Christmas Special! This is the first in the annual series, and was written in 2017 by me. Names have not been changed since then, everything has stayed exactly the same. This was written as a Chri...
